Jaqui's Daily Blog

It Cannot Be True

I don’t believe it! Say it can’t be true (I know a song about that!) You cannot be serious! 

 

Yes (did you guess?) I have just had to go out and buy a 2019 diary! And, yes again, that is quite enough exclamation marks for today.

 

I mean, I know we still have most of October and the whole of November and December to come - but where has the rest of 2018 gone? I am fearful that it will seem only like a week hence and Mr B and I will be singing Auld Lang Syne to each other and wondering if we would be true Party Poopers if we headed off to bed before Big Ben had officially heralded the start of a New Year.

 

I am quite sure I could purchase a far cheaper diary on-line but it has become something of a Rite of Passage to head down to the card shop in the Goring Road to investigate their Diary Display every October. This despite the fact that I always buy exactly the same diary - A4 size and one week to view. I do like an A4 diary because this allows me to insert letters giving details of various appointments, hospital visits, click and collect orders and the like in the relevant pages as a kind of added reminder to the entry scrawled untidily in the diary itself. This is fine at the beginning of the year but starts to get messy around April when the pieces of paper somehow dislodge  themselves from their due date and insert themselves, unhelpfully, in a completely different month. Then, when I come to, say, check a time or a venue or how to collect the order I have clicked, I have to rifle through the whole book to find the required information, scattering papers all over the table and floor in my panicky search. Every year, nevertheless, I will start as I mean to go on, hoping that - just for once - I might make it to June or July before Chaos Descends.

 

Similarly I do like a “week to view” diary because this gives me an opportunity, every Monday morning, to check out how my week is going to pan out. I will know, at a glance, what I have to look forward to, whether it is going to be a busy week or a slightly more relaxing one, whether it will be, hopefully, seven days of pleasure.

 

None of this gets away from the fact that the first three-quarters of 2018 have managed to slip away without me noticing. Such a rude thing to do. How did it even happen, those nine months disappearing without so much as a “cheerio, pleased to have met you”? 

 

So I try to think what has actually happened so far this year. There was the horrible time when Mr B was in hospital and its aftermath - when family rallied around to keep me sane and Mr B’s brother, Mr H, turned up unexpectedly, held my hand in the scariest moments and showed the powers of superman in rearranging our furniture in preparation for his Big Bruv’s homecoming. 

 

That was the worst time - but how long ago it seems, now I come to think of it. And, thankfully, there have been so many joyful times, not to mention some notable celebrations, including a 21st birthday for Katie, our eldest grandchild. I’ve spent Nanna Time with the (Not So Very Little) Welsh Boys, visited Chartwell and a school’s wartime tunnels with the Eldest of the Darling Daughters, enjoyed theatre trips and Big Kids Days Out with the Youngest, and had so much fun with the Trio of Rampaging Rascals and their proud mamma, the Middle of the Darling Daughters, on countless occasions. “Thank you so much for coming,” I always message her afterwards - to which she invariably replies: “We will always come...”

 

Of course - then there was that long, hot summer when the sun shone every day and pulling the curtains back each morning was just like being on holiday on some sun-kissed Greek Island. It lasted ages, didn’t it? Followed by the day of the annual Family Beach Day when the rain came down in torrents for the one and only time all summer. Defeated? No, not us. Unlike England, you might be thinking - I had quite forgotten all about the World Cup and Gareth’s Waistcoat...

 

In fact I have probably forgotten many, many more events occurring over the last nine months, the only surprise is that so much has happened in such a short space of time. Maybe I was a little hasty in suggesting that 2018 has passed me by without me noticing?

 

I have not yet started entering dates in my 2019 diary. Its blank pages wink at me as if teasing me with thoughts of joys and sorrows As Yet Unknown. I am thinking I might just concentrate on today for the time being.

 

As someone wiser than I once said: Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery - but today is a gift. That’s why it’s called “the present.”

 

So very true.

 

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19.11 | 22:40

I'll be thinking of you. Good luck. Love from Pat.xx

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19.11 | 18:19

Good luck Jaqui from us both. Hope all goes to plan. Kindest wishes, Roland & Shirley x

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16.11 | 11:06

Will you be OK for the op? If you care for someone like you do, there isn't anyone to care for you. So glad that Kay and Louise were around that day.

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15.11 | 22:04

Hope you're OK. xx

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