Jaqui's Daily Blog

Just One of Those Days

Despite my usual, somewhat manic, take on Positive Thinking, there are some days that just get on top of you. If you know what I mean. Today was one of those days.

 

Mr B was already up and about when I emerged, sleepy-eyed, from the bedroom. He has finally decided that we need to buy ourselves an I-Pad and was entrenched at the computer busily researching Best Buys on line.  It is going to be very interesting to see who gets most use out of the I-Pad when it arrives. If I were the I-Pad in question, I am not sure I would want to find myself (itself?) in the battle-ground which will be our household, as we both lay claim to its undoubted attractions.  Is an I-Pad meant to be shared? Wouldn’t it be called an Us-Pad if that were the case?

 

Was it just me, or was there a distinct chill in the air this morning? It may be that I shall have to consider retrieving my Polar Bear dressing-gown from its Summer Retreat at the back of the wardrobe. However, I did not have much time this morning to rummage about in search of it, because this morning was the Bowls Committee Meeting and I had to be down at the Clubhouse by 9.30 a.m. 

 

I said “Goodbye” to Mr B – he was still at the computer, scrolling through pictures of I-Pads / Us-Pads – and seemed surprised to see me setting off, so early in the morning. He hadn’t realised what the time was. You don’t, do you, when you are having fun?

 

We didn’t have a Committee Meeting last month which meant that this month everyone had just too much to say.  The meeting dragged on for three long hours. My new charger for my computer which Mr B had kindly sourced for me last week, at enormous expense (£8.99) suddenly stopped charging in the middle of the meeting. I kept hoping the meeting would finish before I started bleeping.

 

Well, I don’t mean that I would actually start bleeping, Like, as in, myself. That would have been really alarming. But my laptop would start bleeping. Probably in the middle of a discussion about the state of the greens, whether people were washing up the club’s tea-cups in hot water (thus eradicating germs, with a capital G) or why we only won 14 matches out of the 36 played over the two months since our last Committee meeting. (By the way, this is what you call a Royal “we” as I am, as everyone knows, a non-player.)

Two hours into the meeting and my battery ran out altogether, the computer started bleeping (I told you it would) and I decided I had better close down before I started annoying everybody. This meant I had to record the last hour’s discussion long-hand in my scrawling hand-writing which looks like a spider has wandered into an ink pot and then crawled across the page in a haphazard, spider-like fashion. I will have enormous difficulty reading it when I come to type up the Minutes of the meeting.  

 

The list of Nominations for next year’s Committee is up on the Clubhouse Board. So far nobody has been nominated for the position of Assistant Secretary. I don’t know whether to be relieved or offended.

 

I had planned to visit the shops after the Committee meeting. I wanted to post off Young James’s birthday banner, buy cards, maybe even have a crafty coffee while I was about it. No such luck. Mr B had hard-boiled the eggs and was expecting me back for lunch.

 

After lunch, I decided to take a walk to the Post Office to post off the birthday banner. This would, I reasoned, release soothing endorphins into my blood stream and so improve immeasurably my sense of well-being.  Initially, at least, it worked a treat. I marched along merrily to the Post Office, did The Business, then set off on the homeward trek, becoming suddenly aware of black clouds gathering overhead. I arrived home soaked to the skin. It rather summed up the day for me.

 

The endorphins, I can only suppose, were washed away in the downpour....

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26.10 | 14:21

Mmm, was it because there were '24 men kicking a ball' that it didn't end entirely satisfactorily???

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15.10 | 11:13

I don't remember seeing this first time round.... but thank you for sharing with me. You write beautifully, and brought a tear to my eyes. Lots of love xx

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10.10 | 21:37

Jaqui I think your grandchildren are very lucky. You have spurred me on to write a letter to Amelia who like Hazel is away from home for the first time. 💕

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03.07 | 22:43

Wouldn't have missed it for the world. xx

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