Though I say it myself as shouldn't (as my dear Mum would doubtless have chided me) I am pretty good at Time Management.
When I say I am pretty good at time management,
I do not mean this in the generally accepted definition of the term, as beloved by management mantras and business gurus. What I mean is that when it comes to squeezing a quart of activities into a pint pot of time, I am a Past Master. I think it is a by-product
of the Usher Gene which enables - nay, insists - that those blessed with the gene to cram "one more thing" into any cupboard, fridge or drawer, especially when there really isn't any spare space. This is a rare gift which is generally unappreciated by those
married to Usher females (for some reason, only the females of the species inherit the gene.)
Mr B has a different style of Time Management. Immediacy is his middle name. Actually, it's not really, his middle
name is John but somehow that doesn't fit the bill as well as Immediacy. Take this morning. No, really, take it if you'd like it. It was not the Best of Mornings in a time-related sense.
I had to wait in for
some important documents to be delivered (I mention this only to lend an air of mystery to my tale, not to infer any inflated sense of importance). By the time my messenger had arrived, with documents, and explained everything to me, Mr B was getting agitated
lest I was leaving myself short of time for a trip to Tesco's. As far as I could tell, Mr B's main requirement from my shopping trip was a bottle of Covonia for his chesty cough. Though I did have a list of ingredients for the Lamb with Spicy Lentils dish
after which Mr B is not-so-secretly hankering, having sampled something similar on a trip to Amsterdam once upon a long time ago. Top of my list are loo rolls which probably says more about me than I would like to admit to.
Off to Tesco's. I hate Tesco's. Especially when I don't have a one pound coin to release a trolley from its imprisonment in the Trolley Park. This means I have to struggle around the store with a shopping basket, trying to avoid putting heavy items
therein until just before I reach the checkout.
But, hey, I manage the whole shopping trip, from reversing out of my drive to ringing on the door bell to summon Mr B to open up for me and my shopping bags,
in just forty minutes. Now that is Time Management for you.
The kiddies on the Summer Reading Challenge at the library are also struggling with time. The challenge closes on September 12th so there are just
eight days to complete it. What with "Back to School" for the majority, pressure is extreme. I present several Record Breakers medals to "finishers" this afternoon and reassure many others that there is still Plenty of Time. I'm not sure they believe me.
Among those presenting at the Record Breakers desk this afternoon, non-identical seven year old twins. Since my own Twinkles, Tala and Lilia, were born, I have found twins quite fascinating. The twins engaging my attention
today finish each other's sentences. And when invited to choose a DVD, as a reward for reaching the midway point of the challenge, they both choose, quite independently, a Sooty DVD. Their mum sighs as she tells me that they have dozens of Sooty DVDs at home...
On my way home I have to stop off to collect Mr B's prescription. This takes more time than I had bargained for but I lean against the Pain Remedies shelves and read the book I have
borrowed, on impulse, from the library. It's a Quick Choice so I have to return it in a week's time. Time is therefore Of The Essence.
The Lamb and Spicy Lentils
dish takes no time at all to prepare - but Mr B says it can't hold a candle to the dish he remembers from our evening out in Amsterdam. I somehow don't think I'll be cooking it again.
Even if I could find