Mr B and I are consulting the diary. It is the Oracle of our Life in 2014. In short, it tells us everything we need to know but, like all the best oracles, it is open to misinterpretation.
I open the diary at week beginning 22nd September and show Mr B that there are still a few white spaces. He will be pleased to note that I have not filled up every waking hour in the week. Well, not so far anyway though it is only Monday so give me
time. On Wednesday we are visiting an Oboe Factory with our Questers group. It's a famous London business, based here on the south coast in Sunny Worthing. Not a lot of people know about it which is the whole principle behind our Questers group - behind the
scenes visits to uncover hidden gems both locally and further afield. Make sure to read Wednesday's blog if you are a secret oboe player. Or even if you are not, I am sure I will discover something of interest to you all in the course of our visit, even if
it's only an account of how we find our way there. We have been emailed instructions which are extremely detailed, involving finding large barn type doors, walking past a door and a No Smoking sign and heading up some stairs to a reception area. I have committed
these directions to memory but will print off the email just in case my memory fails me midway between the barn type doors and the No Smoking sign.
Friday is another full day, with Choir in the morning and
Cribbage in the evening. Mr B will enjoy both these activities. As for the rest of the entries in the diary, they are all for me. A meeting this morning and a Thank You for Volunteering event at the Library tomorrow. That will be an opportunity to meet up
once more with all the lovely young people who have shared the Mythical Maze desk with me over the course of the summer holidays as we encouraged hundreds of youngsters to complete the Summer Reading Challenge. We will be treated to orange squash and chocolate
biscuits and everyone will receive a certificate from Outset Youth Action, registering the number of hours we have volunteered. We will all be encouraged to add our volunteering to our CVs and to remember to mention our endeavours when going for interviews
for college or jobs. None of which applies to me but there is something quite wholesome about volunteering for no reason at all except to see the grins on the faces of the littl'uns as they clutch their "gold" medals and Mythical Maze certificates.
An interesting week, therefore, but not an over-complicated one I expect you are thinking. I wish I could be so confident. You see, events keep overtaking me and just when I least expect them. A friend emails to suggest
we meet up for a coffee. Two of my favourite words: "meet" and "coffee". I say yes, of course. We need to pay a visit to the Bowls Clubhouse so that Mr B can collect his gear and hang on the wall the photo montage of Competition Winners on which he worked
so hard while I was otherwise engaged this morning. We could combine that with lunch at the Marine Gardens cafe, I suggest (I am, as you know, always thinking of my stomach) plus a stroll along the prom, prom, prom for good measure.
The Youngest of the Darling Daughters reminds me that I am supposed to be drafting News Releases to publicise the Limelight Theatre Group's production of Grease; I am still chasing people who have put their names down for
the two visits I am organising to the Blind Veterans UK but who haven't responded to my emails and phone calls; and I need to check before the end of the week that all the lovely people who serve with me on the Board of Voluntary Action Worthing are happy
to continue for another year and haven't been put off by my chairmanship skills over my first year of office. Do I have time for all this?
I do think I am quite good at squeezing things into a day. It is,
perhaps, another manifestation of the Usher Gene which can cram anything into the smallest of spaces. So in the few hours denoted by that white space in the diary this afternoon there's time to do the ironing which has been piling up for a couple of weeks,
to plant the snowdrops, daffy-down-dillies and tulips from Amsterdam, and write the Daily Blog. These are the activities that never get written down in anyone's diary, do they? They just get crammed in somehow. Tomorrow there are hours of white space in the
diary before I need to catch the bus to get to the Library for our thank you event. How will I fill them all, I wonder? I doubt I will have too much trouble.
Mr B has a theory about my Filling Up of the Days.
He says there is a direct link between the Daily Blog which is, of course, my on-line diary of My Life and Times, and my manic acceptance of every invitation to get involved in this and that. How otherwise would I find anything to write about, day in, day
out? I am, according to Mr B, shameless in my exploitation of the World Around Me as material for the blog.
I think I may have been Found Out.