It is hot, hot, hot!
According to the TV weather forecast, it was a little cooler here on the coast today so I do sympathise with all you inlanders. Except that we mustn't
whinge and moan, must we? I have lost count of the number of people over recent weeks who have bewailed the fact that summer didn't seem to be a-coming in. Well now it has, with bells on.
This morning I was
chairing a Board Meeting of Voluntary Action Worthing in the Town Hall. In welcoming everybody, I joked that I would have suggested we decamp to the beach, except that I was sure all my trusty Trustees would have been paddling in the sea and building sandcastles
so we would never get any business transacted. Everyone regretfully agreed. It is possible that one or two may have hastily tucked their buckets and spades back in their brief-cases, but I wasn't quick enough to gather the evidence.
Later in the day, I was back in the town centre for an Information Evening for volunteers on this year's Summer Reading Challenge. This will be my fourth year volunteering as a "Reading Activist" so I am, like, an Old Hand. With the
emphasis on the word "old" as all the other volunteers are in their teens. I am viewed as something of an Oddity, but a harmless one.
Mr B didn't see why I needed further information on my activist role, especially
as my attendance at the session, held in the Children's Section of the Library, meant I missed most of Andy Murray's first round match at Wimbledon. Ah well, sometimes you just have to prepared to make a sacrifice in the interests of the Greater Good. In any
case, it was only the first round....
There are a few important differences to the Summer Reading Challenge this year. For a start, the Scratch 'n' Sniff stickers are not quite so smelly as in past years.
This is because last year there was a particularly stinky card which smelt of garlic and drew many complaints. Someone left it in their car on a hot day like today and stunk the whole car out. It wouldn't have been pleasant. I can only say that I am willing
to wager that all the complaints came from parents / carers rather than from the kids themselves. I am already bracing myself for complaints from the Small Fry that this year's scratch cards are Nowhere Near Smelly Enough.
I am, however, pleased with one new initiative which means that where a family consists of, say, a seven year old, a five year old and a three year old, the Littlest One will be able to participate in a Mini Challenge and earn stickers and a certificate,
even though under age, as far as the rules of the Challenge are concerned. I must make sure that The Duracell Bunny knows about this. Also we volunteers will once again be rewarded with a tee-shirt which we can wear if we wish. We don't have to wear it about
town, or on the Pulse bus, if we don't want to, but you know me, I'm not proud. As usual we volunteers are assured that our hours of service will look particularly good on our CVs and college entry forms...
major row develops on the bus home. A young woman is demanding a refund from the driver because of a malfunctioning ticket machine. He tells her that he is not allowed to give refunds so she will just have to call in to the main office on the sea-front to
reclaim her money. She asks why should she have to pay out to travel into town which will cost her more than the money she believes she is owed. They toss the "harassment" word to and fro. Everyone else on the bus studiously tries to ignore the altercation,
staring down at (i) their mobile phones, (ii) their newspapers, or (iii - failing all else) their laps.
It's the heat. it's getting to us all. I would like to suggest that the bus driver and the dissatisfied
passenger take themselves down to the beach for a soothing paddle. I don't, of course but, in terms of Mediation in Heated Circumstances, I feel it has a lot to recommend it.
Tomorrow is yet another busy day
for me - but you know what they say:
If you can't stand the heat, stay off the bus. Or words to that effect.