My attention is drawn to a piece of A4 paper affixed to the wall in the Reference Section of our local Library. I have trailed upstairs to see if Emma, worthy project manager of the Military Voices project which has absorbed so much of my time this
year, has another recording on disc awaiting my transcription.
To get to the Reference Section I had to pass through the foyer where a great hum of chatter could be heard from what I understand is called the Knit & Natter Club. Libraries have
changed out of all recognition from those musty places where any conversation above a whisper was frowned upon and dealt with severely by a stern librarian. Mind you, I do know many people who regret the passing of time - and particularly the passing of Quiet
Time, which is increasingly difficult to come by in these Chattering Days.
The members of the Knit & Natter Club were in fine voice and appeared to be having a lovely time. They were seated at two long tables, each one wielding knitting needles
and multi-coloured balls of wool. No, no, no - the tables weren't wielding knitting needles, don't be silly. It was the members of the club who were all wound up in wool and knitting needles - and looking extremely happy into the bargain. I would have been
tempted to join them except that (i) I didn't have my knitting with me and (ii) I had a prior date for coffee and a chat in The Happy Teapot.
I love The Happy Teapot. Even though I always order coffee there. The Happy Coffee Pot wouldn't have
the same ring about it, would it? Teapots, after all, are so round and, well, cheery, especially when topped by a knitted tea cosy. The walls of The Happy Teapot are festooned with inspirational quotes inscribed on pieces of wood, slate or something similar.
A new one caught my eye thus morning; it read: "No Rain - No Rainbows." I shall remember that next time I am caught in a metaphorical downpour - or even a real one.
Anyway, I digress. For which I make no apology (or maybe just a token one) on
the grounds that digression is what the Daily Blog is all about. The chances of me keeping on one subject throughout are about as great as the Knit & Natter group taking up carpentry or The Happy Teapot adopting a minimalist approach to interior design.
You may recall that today's blog started with an A4 piece of paper on the wall of the Reference Section of the local Library which attracted my attention. Written on said piece of paper was the "Word of the Week", courtesy of that peerless contributor
to our native tongue, the Oxford English Dictionary. This week's word is the totally delicious "footle."
Footle means to mess about aimlessly, to engage in fruitless activity, to linger and loiter without intent, to potter. I love it. I'm thinking
of re-naming my blog The Daily Footle. Except that I'm not sure if footle can be used as a noun as well as a verb.
I am presuming that the whole idea of having a "Word of the Week" is to encourage its use in everyday life. As always, I am more
than ready for the challenge. Starting right now.
"Good morning?" Mr B enquired as soon as he hears my key in the door, my step on the door-mat. "Anything to report?"
Usually I am much more forthcoming but today I have my answer ready:
"Just footling around!" I say.