“What’s happening today?” Mr B enquires, hopefully. He asks me the same question every single day and I just know what he is hoping my answer will be.
He won’t want to hear that it’s what I call a “Piccadilly Circus Day” when there is a continuous stream of people heading up our garden path towards the front door. Now don’t get me wrong, every
one of our visitors is a blessing, each one offering us some kind of help and / or support in the house or the garden or, most particularly, for Mr B’s health and well-being. Being the chatty type, I rather like the kind interventions of so many different
people, but Mr B finds the constant jangle of the doorbell - and the fact that my attention will inevitably be diverted from him for the duration of my chats - more than a little wearing.
Hence, the pleased grin spreading over his face when I tell him this morning that it’s going to be a “quiet day.” Yes, I will be going to Church in the morning as is usual on a Sunday - it’s the Family Service
on the first Sunday of the month so we will sing lots of joyful hymns (punctuated by the sound of bells and tambourines coming from the front rows where the littl’uns are sitting), the sermon will be short and sweet and geared at the Small Fry (so good
for me, being as I am a Big Kid at heart) and I will return home feeling all Happy Clappy.
For the rest of the day, however, we will be keeping each other company,
just the two of us. Or, rather, just the two of us and the entire Tottenham Hotspur football team who are playing Watford on the TV. Well, no, they are not playing football on the TV exactly, don’t be silly - to be exact, the match is being televised.
I am not sure this is necessarily A Good Thing as far as our “quiet day” is concerned because it will almost certainly result in raised levels of stress.
Most days I manage to sneak an hour or two away, even if it’s only to the shops. Now that we are into September, all my usual activities which had been on hold during August are starting up again. Tomorrow, for example, it’s the Birdy Group
when Mr B will ask me (as he always does) to be sure to look out for a Golden Eagle. Our Singing for Pleasure choir meets again on Friday week (Mr B will instruct me to sing a song for him - but, please, not a Scottish one.) I will be coming over all crafty
on Wednesday week (Mr B will be loyally complimentary about whatever I fashion with my not-so-nimble fingers); there’s cribbage the following Tuesday (Mr B will remind me that I have nothing to fear from anyone I play against as I had a very good teacher
- guess who that was.) Oh, yes, and our Nomination Whist Group will reconvene this week.
My dear Mr B doesn’t begrudge me any of my little outings
- he knows it is important that I have some “time out”. Having said that, he does love nothing more than a quiet day when I am not rushing about, here, there and everywhere. Today, it so happens, I am fully engaged with my Knitting Projects so
I can be both companionably quiet and quietly occupied (barring the clicking of my knitting needles.) I will also have the invisible company of the grandchildren for whom I am knitting; as I have surely told you before I like to think about the people I am
knitting for while I am following the latest pattern.
I hope the recipients can feel the love in every stitch. When the (Not So Very Little) Welsh Boys came to
visit last weekend, Young Morgan had brought with him the Minion I knitted for his third birthday. I felt quite honoured that the One-Eyed One had been included in the selection of favoured soft toys my grandson had brought with him. What I wasn’t expecting
was that his older brother Sam, who at twelve years old is well on his way to becoming a teenager, could list all the many soft toys I had knitted for him since he was just a toddler.
So, yes, it has been a lovely, quiet day. My Knitting Project is coming along a treat, while the only thing stopping Mr B from being Contentment Personified is the fact that Tottenham Hotspur has just lost to Watford.
I think it might be sensible to keep very, very quiet about that...