Jaqui's Daily Blog

I Was A Lady in Waiting

All morning I was a Lady in Waiting.

 

No, Her Maj hasn’t invited me to join her esteemed entourage though I am not taking offence. She has probably been warned of my propensity to (I) drop things; (ii) fall up steps; (iii) fall down steps; and (iv) spill coffee (mostly over other people - see yesterday’s blog.) I think I would be quite good at collecting the bouquets she is given by crowds lining her Royal Route but, to be honest, I would agree that isn’t sufficient to outweigh my deficiencies.

 

Along with my Little Sister Maggie, I was taught the Full Sweeping Curtsey by my dear mother. I may have told you this before but, even if I have, you have probably forgotten, having far more important matters to attend to. According to my mother, who was a staunch Royalist to the extent of dressing my sister and me to resemble small replicas of the Queen and Princess Margaret when they were children, a proper curtsey involved standing on one leg while moving one’s right leg in a wide semi-circle to bring it behind the left leg, then lowering one’s body into a kind of low crouching position. For added effect, holding up the edges of one’s skirt in both hands at the same time.

 

My admittedly slight understanding of modern Royal protocol suggests the Full Sweeping Curtsey is no longer de rigeur - a mere bob seems to suffice these days even when you are Kate or Meghan - so there would be no point in my including this skill in my curriculum vitae. Besides, I am not at all sure whether these days I would actually be able to straighten up once I had made it into crouch position. Being stuck in Full Sweeping Curtsey Position would probably attract a good deal of unwanted attention. 

 

Anyway, I digress - not that I am going to apologise because, as regular readers know, digression is more or less inevitable in the Daily Blog. I like to think it provides an added frisson of excitement  for the reader, wondering if I might manage to get back to the subject - and, if so, how long it would take me.

 

So, yes, this morning I was a Lady in Waiting. I am sure you have been in the same position many a time, when the gasman or the delivery driver or whoever informs you that they will be with you sometime over the course of the day - meaning that, however busy you are, however many other pressing commitments you may have, you will have to change all your plans to wait in for them. All day, if necessary. 

 

This morning Mr B was expecting his first home visit from the Special Care Dentist who, we were informed, would be with us sometime between 9.30 a.m. and 3.30 p.m. We couldn’t even complain, with any justification, that it was a case of our time being considered less important than that of our visitor because, to be honest, it was. 

 

Now generally the tack I adopt when waiting in for someone / something, is to find some gainful employment which will provide me with reassurance that No Time Has Been Wasted. That was not a problem this morning as I am fully engaged trying to complete a number of projects before I submit to surgery on my Problem Shoulder, leaving me incapacitated for a short while. The trouble was, I was supposed to be meeting up with friends Sue and Eleanor at 2 p.m. - our last chance to meet up as a threesome for some time. Would the dentist visit in time - or would I still be counting down the minutes while my friends enjoyed each other’s company without me in the Café at the health club?

 

At 1 p.m. I was losing hope. The dentist would be taking a lunch break, I told myself, I should prepare myself for disappointment. At which point, the door bell rang.... 

 

We Three had a splendid time, sitting in the sunshine by the outdoor pool, putting the world to rights and endeavouring to answer some of Life’s Imponderable Questions with humour and the unspoken understanding that only exists between true friends.

 

It was well worth the wait.

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24.09 | 18:00

I’m glad you liked it, Sally. Jaqui x

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24.09 | 08:25

Beautiful piece. Thank you. Sally

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30.08 | 19:32

P.s. I absolutely adored Gipsy Tart, and, yes, my son has his work cut out!!

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30.08 | 19:26

I too went to school in Kent where my Aunt worked as a dinner-lady. I got seconds sometimes thirds of my favourite pud, the said Gipsy Tart. My son’s a dentist!

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