As regular readers know, I always need to have something to look forward to. Occasionally, that may be simply today’s dinner but, being one who is Always Thinking of her Stomach, that shouldn’t surprise anyone.
Generally, however, it’s good to have a Special Event in prospect.
After my Great Escape in York, this week has been steeped in ordinariness which explains
why the Daily Blog has stretched out reports of my weekend away over several days, failing anything exciting to write about. There was, to be fair, the fortnightly crafty group where we returned to the ancient art of tea bag folding and I managed to make two
greetings cards (each decorated with folded tea bags, one featuring butterflies, the other a stylish fan) in the space of two hours. Plus on Friday it was our Singing for Pleasure choir where we celebrated St David’s Day by singing Loudly Proclaim and
All Through the Night. Though the Welsh flavour was more than a little diluted when we followed up with Rose of England and Swing Low, Sweet Chariot...
highlight - an envelope on my doormat addressed to me in granddaughter Eleanor’s handwriting. Inside the envelope, not one but two letters. Why write one letter, you are doubtless thinking, when you could write two? Actually, Eleanor explains apologetically,
one of the letters was written back in January when she made a New Year’s Resolution to write more often - then completely forgot to post it. Better late than never, I say, as I eagerly read her latest (and not so latest) news from University. She finishes
her second letter: “Can’t wait for the Jolly Girls! See you very soon.”
And there you have it - my next Special Event, much anticipated, eagerly
awaited - it’s the annual Jolly Girls Outing! We are off to see Come From Away, the musical which takes an example of the worst of humanity - the Twin Towers tragedy in 2011 - and compares it with a shining example of the best of humanity, the way a
local village welcomed into their community thousands of air travellers diverted from New York in the aftermath. We have been sharing news articles, reviews, music and promotional videos with each other for several weeks - anticipation among the nine of us
is building up big time.
Nine? I hear you question. Were there not only seven Jolly Girls last time you heard of them? Where did the other two surface from?
See, here’s the thing - buying presents for my large family last Christmas was always going to be more difficult than usual, given the disruption of surgery and the
imposition of the Robot Sling. The six Jolly Girls - the three Darling Daughters and the three eldest granddaughters presented (if you’ll excuse the pun) no problem as for many years our Christmas present to them has been the tickets for the Jolly Girls
Outing. Would it be such a bad idea, I pondered, if I added Our Boy and the Eldest of the Grandsons to the party ticket? Would they mind being Honorary Jolly Girls?
seemed that they didn’t - so we will be a party of nine next weekend. At this rate we will soon be taking up a whole row in the Grand Circle on our annual outings. Would it change the dynamics of the Jolly Girls, you may wonder? But then, each time we
add a new member to our Jolly Gang - sixteen is the age at which each of the three oldest granddaughters qualified to become Jolly Girls - the dynamic shifts either slightly or seismically and (a source of pleasure to the older ones among us) the average age
drops. This year, with the addition of the two Honorary Jolly Girls, our average age will be 38 which will please some of us, if not the others.
Today, in anticipation,
I booked my train tickets, found the theatre tickets tucked away in my “Forthcoming Events” drawer, and checked arrangements with the person who is coming in to keep Mr B company while I am out. I have also searched the wardrobe for my Jolly Jumper
which I bought for last year’s outing. It has the word “Jolly” written across the front, though some people reckon it reads “Holly.” It being a Christmas jumper, don’t you know?
You can tell I am getting excited. Only a week to go and all my Jolly Girls and Honorary Jolly Girls will “come from away” and meet up in a restaurant in Covent Garden as our Starter for Ten.
We will be SUCH a Jolly Gang!