Primrose is sitting in her garden. She has collected her eggs and now she is reflecting on her new plans. However, the cluck, cluck clucking of her hens seems to be annoying her. “Hopefully, they are not laying more eggs with every cluck,” she thinks. She is quite tired of collecting and sorting out her ecological eggs that her ecological hens lay by the dozens! Primrose wants to gather her thoughts together in peace and silence and not more eggs!
She takes a spoonful of her plum jam, jumps up and walks around and looks at her flowers trying to shut the cluck, cluck cluck sounds out. She has a puzzled look on her face and is not sure what to do. Then she takes a sudden decision and ignoring her hens, pays a visit to Paco, her neighbour, bringing him one of her jars of jam. She wants to borrow his car in order to go to Ayllón, the nearest village to Grado del Pico where she can get Internet.
Paco accepts the jam quizzically and then hands her the keys and off she goes along the bumpy road. She gathers speed as she approaches Ayllón and as she does so, her excitement increases. Upon arrival she parks the car outside the village walls, rushes across the square into her favourite spot, the Hotel Ayllón. Here she asks for a white coffee and settles herself down at a table in the patio and switches on her lap top.
At last she is connected with the outside world! Primrose loves Grado del Pico,that tiny village nestling on the limits of Segovia, Guadalajara and Soria, but there are times she needs to leave her ecological hens and the village’s four or five inhabitants and make discoveries, and of course make plans…..
Primrose looks at the computer in desperation. Not again, the Internet is down! Impatiently she waits for a waiter to appear in order to get the problem solved. This takes longer than she expects. After what seems an eternity, she catches sight of him but just as she tries to attract his attention, he disappears behind the bar. The relaxed rythmn of life in rural Spain is getting on our friend’s nerves today.
Primrose suddenly spots the tall waiter again, springs up from her chair and makes a dash towards him before he inexplicably vanishes. She explains her problem, he shrugs his shoulders and vaguley promises to do something about it. She returns to her table, her cup of cold coffee, and her computer, which she hopes will soon connect her to the outside world and her future plans.
She takes her pot of plum jam from her over-sized bag and helps herself to a spoonful of it. Then she rubs her hands in anticipation of what she might find. After a short wait she is connected, but the Internet is slow. Too slow for Primrose’s thoughts and plans which are churning around in her head.
After some time she is able to open a Wilkipedia page, but the information does not satisfy her, so she surfs on. There are a lot of pages, but none of them seem to convince her. She jots down a number of facts in her notebook and sketches a few things.
What is Priscilla doing? The hours go by and our colourful character is still sitting there taking spoonfuls of her plum jam every now and again and sipping her white coffee. She is not looking at the computer, she seems to have drifted into a trance……
Primrose is awoken out of her trance, by the appearance of the same tall waiter. As she has been there in the hotel motionless for some time now he has become rather worried. Primrose reassures him with her widest and sweetest smile that everything is fine and turns her attention to the computer and then to her notes. She has jotted down all the different lengths of the footballers’ shorts since clubs had to have reglamentary kits in 1870 when football was dominated by former public school clubs and players. Before that date, each team would be distinguished by wearing distinctively coloured caps, scarves or sashes. Each player wore what he could manage to buy, and in the case of those who did not come from the wealthier classes, they resorted to simply cutting up their trousers at the knees instead of wearing fancy knickerbockers.
Primrose smiles to herself as she sees what she considers to be crazy colours – pink, black, cerise even primrose. “Ah,” she chuckles, “That’s where my interest in football comes from.” The ideas in her head seem to become more colourful and multiply. Images of fancy footbfall fashion appear before her eyes.
The tall waiter returns with another cup of coffee for Primrose. He tuts to himself, as he had always thought that English people drank cups and cups of tea, not cups and cups of coffee. This extravagant character, who lives in Grado del Pico, is something of a personality in Ayllón and Riaza where she sells her ecological eggs and her plum jam in the markets, claiming that the jam gives people energy and confidence.
He looks at her again and at what he considers to be her doodling. But much to his surprise, he discovers that there is something more than doodling on her note-pad. Unfortunately for him, Primrose catches his gaze and makes a discreet attempt to hide what he is looking at, so without discovering her secrets, the tall waiter moves silently and sullenly away………
Primrose is now observing how the lengths of the shorts have gone up and down like yo yos over the centuries. From the Victorian Era to the Edwardian Era colours also changed. Was that because of the photographic technology or simply because dyes were not colour fast? Primrose wondered and pondered over many facts of football fashion to herself. “Bukta, Bukta,” she repeats. Bukta, the first company to make football kits in 1879.
The words “quartered”, “halved” “harlequin” “hooped, horizontal stripes and “striped”, vertical lines,catch her attention. “What a compedium of words,” she laughs. Then she realises that the very terms to describe the designs had changed radically too. In 1883, “jerseys” took the name “shirts”. Some clubs had even stuck to the word “halved” until the outbreak of World War 2, when in fact they were “quartered”. “How confusing the world of football fashion seems to be or at least was,” she mutters to herself.
She thinks about the company “Bukta” again and remembers that they were responsible for launching the first striped shirts. Then she smiles to herself as images of George Best dressed in a Bukta shirt drift before her eyes. What can be going on in Primrose’s head?
Our character finishes surfing the internet, switches off her computer, drains the last drops of her white coffee, looks at her note-pad and closes it with satisfaction. She feels that her new design for football kits is going to go down in history!
Indeed white coffee and some spoonfuls of her plum jam are much better than cups of tea she giggles to herself.