This morning I should have been somewhere else altogether. Instead I was Waiting In.
Now, as you all know I am sure, being
required to wait in for (i) a delivery; (ii) a repair person; (iii) a service engineer can be counted among life's most aggravating irritations. Especially when you have been "helpfully" given a time frame stretching over five or six hours, making it well
nigh impossible for you to do anything else with your day.
You would have thought, therefore, that I would not be in the best of moods today. I was going
to miss my Singing For Pleasure choir session - I would not be able to join in the singing of "Turmut Hoeing" or enjoy a giggle with my friend Sue when our conductor, the Redoubtable Muriel, introduced her latest Nature Lesson, set to music. Muriel travels
from Hove to Worthing in her car every Friday morning and along the way studies the changing shape of the trees from the bare bones of winter to the glory of summer. She then translates this experience into a rhyme containing as many consonants as she can
possibly fit into four short lines, to test out our pronunciation. One of my (sadly few) claims to fame is that I once managed, in my annual Christmas Song for the last choir session of the year, to fit the words "architectural nature of bare trees in winter"
into verse two. Yes, I was quite proud of myself..
Anyway, today I can't indulge myself with a Song Fest because I have to wait in. I am waiting in, most importantly,
for a visit from the doctor to discuss Matters of the Heart with Mr B. I assure my fella that this is A Good Thing because it proves that he has one. As in, a heart, don't you know? I made much the same assurance when I took him for his latest brain scan.
Mr B thinks I am trivialising Matters of a Medical Nature but this is the way I cope. Plus having both a brain and a heart puts him one up on at least two of the characters in The Wizard of Oz and look how that ended up.
I am also Waiting In for my weekly delivery by Ocado who suffered some kind of incident (apparently of a fiery nature) at their warehouse yesterday. They could have delivered my order at midnight yesterday
but for some reason I couldn't face unpacking bags and stocking my fridge at the Witching Hour. Come tomorrow morning, I told the sweet lass who phoned me from Customer Services - knowing, as I did, that I had to Wait In anyway for the Man with the Medical
So I arose from my slumbers this morning prepared to make the best of Waiting In. And, guess what, it worked. I have emptied my laundry basket. I have
prepared our guest bedroom for the arrival of my sister and her fella on Sunday (this, to be fair, mostly means moving "stuff" from one bedroom to another, but don't knock it.) I have had long conversations with the sunflowers which have so far survived the
attentions of the local slugs, providing them with words of encouragement. The sunflowers, that is, not the slugs. Don't be silly.
I have turned over the
page on my calendar so now, belatedly, I am in June like everyone else. Over the coming month I will celebrate both a birthday and a wedding anniversary. You know what I am going to say: Why have one celebration when you could have two? I will also have the
dubious pleasure of two operations, one on each eye. As I always say, why have...? Oh, okay, let's not go there.
Just after midday, a ring at the door bell. Would
it be the delivery man from Ocado, or Mr Medical from the GP surgery? In fact they arrived at almost exactly the same time and I was pleased to see the pair of them.
I was so glad I'd Waited In for them.