I wonder what your first thought was when you saw my title?
Hubby sometimes describes children as Little People, but then again at Christmas he would always leave a tiny parcel of food wrapped in silver foil at the bottom of the garden for The Little People, so that would hardly be children in that instance. I was fascinated by his tradition, the parcel always being gone by morning without trace, and we would have a good following year.
Did you think of toys perhaps? I didn’t know but a well known manufacturer has a whole range of Little People which is extremely popular.
And we have Celebrities, Movie Stars and TV personalities who are Dwarfs or Midgets (and I mean no offence or disrespect by using the latter).
Maybe you thought along the lines of probably the most famous Giant and the Little People of Lilliput.
Or do you remember The Borrowers?
This was both a successful TV series and film. The attention to detail of familiar household objects used in ingenious ways by ‘Little People’ was brilliant and funny.
John Goodman was hilarious in the film version, and his comeuppance totally outstanding and well deserved!
But my post isn’t about any of those actually.
We are lucky in our mooring as apart from one other resident, boats this end of our pontoon are usually unoccupied most of the time. At the moment, we have a guy one from the end who’s at work all day, but we asked him to walk up and down outside our boat so that Maggie could recognise his footsteps, and thus wouldn’t alarm up and bark.
She’s also got used to him filling his coal scuttle around 8pm and doesn’t raise her head now even in curiosity.
Directly between us and him is a sweet little boat, smaller than ours, belonging to two retired academics. They are very nice, always sociable, and whenever they come down to their boat, they take it out, even if it’s just a short trip up river.
They are ‘normal sized’ people though, just shorter than us and very slight in stature.
However, Hubby and I have never met anyone more heavy footed than they.
We can hear them before they are even close to our moorings, can feel the pontoon wobble causing us to sway in rhythm to their footfall, and they are so noisy getting in and out of their boat, it sounds like there are twenty two of them, not just two!
Whereas we have a pull-back hatch that can tend to clatter sometimes and echo round the marina at night if we’re not careful, they have a pair of french style doors that they just step through into their seating area. To us that should make access easier, not more awkward, cumbersome, or loud!
Unfortunately Maggie reacts every time, and once she starts to bark, she will not settle until we let her out (and the heat) to see what’s going on!
From her point of view, looking out the window sadly isn’t enough.