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Aprons, a Table Cloth and Masterchef Australia

Little things please little minds, or so they say. Which is probably why this morning I found myself getting extremely excited about a - tablecloth.


My meeting at the office of Voluntary Action Worthing (VAW) was due to start at 10 a.m. which meant catching the 9.30 Pulse bus. This would not normally have presented me with a problem except that, when I rolled downstairs this morning, Mr B greeted me with the most welcome news that he had, after all, been able to record the first episode of Masterchef Australia. When the Middle of the Darling Daughters texted me yesterday to inform me that one of our favourite cookery programmes was once again on the starting line, I didn't read her message until the first episode was well and truly over. This is a consequence of not being a teenager and so not being totally wedded to my mobile phone, as in stringing it on a chain around my neck or tucking it in my breast pocket so that I pick up every text just as soon as it pings into my message box.


Mr B, however, came to the rescue by searching out a repeat broadcast and recording it. Which was excellent news but meant that, instead of getting ready to go out, I settled down to watch the "top fifty amateur cooks in Australia" battle to make it through to the last 24. If it wasn't for the timely interruption of the gasman, returning to fit a bracket on an external pipe (the need for which four previous gasmen had completely failed to identify) I would have been still sitting there in my comfy armchair, sobbing away, when the Pulse bus sailed round the corner without me.


Incidentally, if you are wondering about the sobbing, I have to explain that when it comes to tugging on the heart-strings, Masterchef Australia is in the same league as "Long Lost Family." I am a Sucker for the Sob Story - it's all down to the Usher Gene. Regular readers, especially those similarly afflicted / blessed with the aforesaid gene, will be nodding knowledgeably.


I made it to the meeting right on time, despite calling in at the Fabric Shop for wool, polyester filling (for the stuffing of Christmas toys as yet unmade) and buttons. On the counter, a pattern for Frozen fancy dress costumes - it will be two years before The Twinkles are old enough to wear even the smallest size but at £2.80, this looked like a bargain to me. It also didn't exactly look like a "sweet and simple" pattern but I am bound to get better with practice between now and 2017. I imagine Frozen won't have melted into oblivion by then?


We only had half an hour to go through the "crib sheet" of planning for the AGM but fortunately we are all fast talkers. It's going to be an amazing, inspiring event, showcasing all that is best about the voluntary and community sector in Worthing. What's more, we have a tablecloth! Lucy and Cath unrolled it to show me it in all its splendour. It's white with the logo of Voluntary Action Worthing emblazoned on the front and it is to grace the top table where I will sit to chair proceedings. I will feel grand. Lucy is a little worried about our tablecloth getting dirty as, although it does come with laundry instructions, she is not too sure how it will survive washing. Nobody, but nobody, is to be allowed to drink red wine while sitting at the top table, she says. Do you think she means me?


So there you have it. Our new tablecloth has already given me a warm and fuzzy feeling of wellbeing and it hasn't even been laid across a table yet. Mind you, if you think I am thrilled to bits with a tablecloth then you haven't seen how frantically excited the Masterchef contestants are at the mere prospect of receiving a white apron with an "m" for Masterchef embroidered upon it. Oh, the glee! The ecstasy! The hugging of spouses, parents and assorted children who have been waiting in the wings to hear whether the "signature dish" has been good enough to merit the award of an apron.

There are a few subtle differences. Only one Masterchef contestant will still be wearing the white apron, come the end of the competition. Our tablecloth, by contrast, has longevity written all over it.


Or it would have if there was room on it, given the amount of space taken up by our logo and the words "Voluntary Action Worthing."


It is unlikely in the extreme that I would ever find myself wearing a white Masterchef apron.


But show me a table and I'll have it covered...

 

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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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