Our choir conductor, the Redoubtable Muriel, is in a mood for reminiscing.
She tells us of the day when, as a schoolgirl and fed up with wearing scratchy long woollen
socks, she begged her mother to be allowed to don white ankle socks. Her mother, clearly a Sensible Soul, said no, not until the weather warmed up. At which Young Muriel who, unlike the weather, was warming to her argument, made the point that her best friend
Brenda was wearing white ankle socks. To which her mother responded, tartly: "You don't have to be like everyone else!" I rather think that this was the moment when Muriel became Redoubtable. Albeit a junior version.
I have determined to adopt this as my latest mantra by which to live my life. After all, Muriel is now 93 years young and has been living out her mother's sage advice for more than eighty years. It must have made a powerful impression on her, for her
to remember it all these years later and trot it out to we choir members. Let's face it, if it's good enough for the Redoubtable Muriel, it is most certainly good enough for me.
Regular readers will recall
that I have a good few such mantras. The first, adopted when I jumped off the Corporate Carousel and galloped off into retirement was "Because I Can!" A former colleague whom I met up with last week at a retirement do for somebody else galloping to freedom,
reminded me of it and said he, too, used it whenever asked for a reason for doing something. I rather think it fits beautifully with not having to be like everybody else.
Then there was a more recent saying
taken to my heart: "Do it with Joy!" This, too, was taken up with enthusiasm by several of my friends and readers of the Daily Blog though one friend tells me it nearly rebounded on her. Holidaying with her husband and enjoying a meal à deux, her fella
noticed the name badge worn by their comely waitress. "I suppose," he commented, regretfully, "that you wouldn't be too happy if I do it with Joy?" My friend left her response to my fertile imagination...
thought you might welcome a few updates on news reported in recent Daily Blogs. The Super Saucepan has found itself a place on top of the cooker where I am happy to see it reside on the basis that it matches the tiles. I have used it but twice, finding it
a touch on the large side when cooking for two. On one of the two occasions I called it into service I burnt my hand lifting it out of the oven.
The Bargain Toaster turns out to have a design fault in that
slices of Walberton's Toastie loaf are slightly too large to fit in its slots. In order to toast a Toastie Slice, I have to first cut off the crusts. I am pleased to reassure you that I don't waste the crusts as I feed them to the birds, the downside being
that this has attracted regular visits by an enormous and rather vicious-looking seagull to our back garden. On the plus side, the Bargain Toaster is perfect for toasting crumpets and hot cross buns which, on the negative side, is not likely to do much for
Miss Fit - the poor person's Fitbit, if you recall - is definitely encouraging me to walk more if only because I feel ashamed if I fail to record what I would term a reasonable number of steps
per day. Every evening I email my daily result to the Youngest of the Darling Daughters with a witty comment. Well, okay, my comments aren't always all that witty but hopefully they make her smile. Never more so than on the day I found I had totted up 3000
points - three times my target - in the space of a morning. It turned out that I had inadvertently switched my exercise mode from walking to playing soccer - giving Miss Fit the totally erroneous impression that I had been playing football for four and a half
You are doubtless thinking that nobody else would think these updates worth taking up space in the Daily Blog or, perish the thought, your attention. But then I don't have to be like everyone
else, do I? Always provided I do it with joy.
Because I can.