Sometimes life can be a challenge. And it is the way you meet that challenge that matters.
I was pondering on this profound
thought this afternoon when I found myself faced with just one such challenge. In case you are worrying what might be up, and fearing that the Daily Blog might be about to turn into one of those agony blogs charting the blogger's misadventures, I can
reassure you that the challenge in question was all about the rain, the bus and my Jolly Policeman.
Let me describe the situation to you so that you can picture
it for yourselves and so better understand my predicament. In my diary for this afternoon, a meeting with one of the Directors at the Council to discuss lots of Important Stuff about the voluntary sector. This is the kind of meeting I attended,
or chaired, on a regular basis when I was a Working Gal but now that I am a Lady of Leisure I have to think myself back into the zone when called upon to sit around such tables. Also in my diary was a note to deliver the Jolly Policeman to the offices
of Worthing Churches Homeless Project so that he could join all the other works of art to be displayed at the Hopes and Dreams exhibition later this year.
the sake of those who may have missed the blogs in which I charted my progress on the Jolly Policeman, all you need to know is that he is a knitted character who stands on a knitted paving slab, leaning against a knitted wall, with a knitted lamp-post adding
an extra dimension. Talking dimensions, My Boy, while full of admiration (I am assuming this) for my handiwork, did point out that the relative sizes of the lamp-post and the figure would mean that my Mr Plod was a good twelve foot tall. I think
it’s called artistic licence? A former colleague suggested that I add a moustache to my Jolly Policeman and I have duly obliged – my J.P. now looks very much as my former colleague must have looked in his previous life as a PC.
I imagine you are wondering when I am going to get to the point. Sorry about that, but I did want to make sure that everyone knew what I was talking about. I will pretend
I didn’t hear that...
My first problem was to find a suitable receptacle for the Jolly Policeman which would allow me to transport him safely to his new
home, given that he and I would be travelling by bus. I have to admit that my model is a bit of an awkward shape, especially given that the lamp-post, while glued and stitched on as securely as I could manage, might be easily toppled if not
protected from harm. The only thing I could find in which the whole model fitted was a hessian carrier bag with “Recycle at Home” written across it in bright green. I was exceedingly loath to give up this bag because I won it some years ago
at a Youth Conference where, for the first time in twelve years of trying, the group I was working with was awarded first place for its presentation of issues raised over the course of the day. This was nothing at all to do with me but completely down to the
fact that the other grown-ups working alongside me were two fit young men who clearly won the hearts of our all-girl team. There were other small prizes inside the Recycle at Home bag but I don’t remember what they were. All I have left is the bag
and I may have to give that up in the interests of the Greater Good.
Looking out of the window, I became suddenly aware that it was pouring with rain. How could
I ensure that the Jolly Policeman did not get all sad and saggy in the rain while I was waiting for the bus? Also, would the downpour mean that I would turn up at my Important Meeting all dripping wet? Would I create the right impression to those I was meeting
if I arrived at the table not only resembling the proverbial drowned rat but also clutching a soggy policeman, complete with wilting lamp-post? You see what I mean about life being full of challenges?
So what happened? I hear you ask, all agog.
Well, dear reader, I forsook the bus for once and asked Mr B to drive me to the Town
Hall and drop me right outside so that I could waltz into my meeting as fresh and dry as a daisy. Plus I have put off delivery of the Jolly Policeman until tomorrow.
Life is full of challenges. It is the way you meet those challenges that matters.
Sometimes it’s a good plan simply to duck them.