Even before I rose from my bed this morning, I had decided I was going to have a quiet day.
have been wishful thinking on my part, of course, but I reasoned that I had a head start on my usual Friday mornings because there was no need for my usual panicky rush around to be ready for our weekly Singing for Pleasure choir session. The community centre
where we meet to sing our little hearts out was closed today while preparations were underway for a Summer Fair tomorrow. I knew I would miss it - so it seemed sensible to make plans for what to do instead. Which is when I came up with the idea of a quiet
When I say “quiet day”, I don’t mean an idle day, oh, dear me, no. But as well as there being no choir, I also reckoned I could probably
get through the whole day (including meals) without having to trot to the shops. There was plenty of meat left over from the roast leg of lamb I served up for our American friends on Wednesday, certainly enough for a tasty lamb stew and dumplings. I could
lay my hands on enough potatoes, vegetables and yoghurts for pudding while there was surely a good choice of food in fridge or larder for a healthy lunch. Wasn’t there?
This could have been the fly in the quiet day ointment as Mr B is inclined to come out with surprising requests for lunch. For example, “I feel like a pork pie,” he will proclaim. It always makes me giggle - except for the fact that it will
mean an extra trip to the shops because I don’t tend to keep pork pies in, just in case. And even if I did, that would be the day he felt like a Cornish pasty. Or whatever.
Today this was not a problem as Mr B managed to sleep through most of the day which would have made it an even quieter day than I’d planned except for the fact that England was playing cricket against Sri Lanka on the TV. You may think this means
I could just have turned the television off but you don’t know Mr B - as soon as I did he would snap awake, just like that. Only to slip into slumber once again as soon as I had returned the cricket to the box.
So what did I do with my quiet day, I know you want to know. Or possibly you are not that bothered, but as you have read this far, you may as well carry on while I explain. The thing is, I have a number of “projects”
which are in need of completing but, being a Past Master of Procrastination, I have signally failed to give them the time they deserve / need. Today, I promise myself, I will try to make some real headway towards completion.
First project for my attention is the Little Yellow Duck Project . If you haven’t heard of it, it involves knitting yellow ducks to a pattern produced by one Alan Dart, then affixing a label
to each duck and leaving it somewhere - anywhere - to be found by Someone Unknown. The purpose of the project is to raise awareness of blood, bone marrow and organ donation. I enrolled the Trio of Rampaging Rascals into the venture, promising that I would
produce a yellow duck apiece for them to hide. Since then, I have knitted just one solitary duck. Each time the Rascally Trio come, they ask if I have finished the other two ducks and I have to admit, shamefacedly, that I haven’t, not yet. The Trio never
utter one word of complaint or disappointment. Even at their young age, they know the importance of forgiving and being forgiven.
I spent part of the day,
therefore, fashioning the second duck. It really didn’t take too long, leaving me wondering why I have been putting it off for so long. Tomorrow, quiet day or not, I will make a third duck and finish the job. The Trio will be so very pleased with me.
The other pleasant task I set myself was some overdue scrapbooking and when I say overdue, I mean overdue by around 13 years. I told you I was the Past Master of Procrastination,
didn’t I? For background, it only took me eighteen months (or so) to capture the events of our 2016 Golden Wedding in a scrapbook; so pleased was I with my efforts that I decided I needed to go Back in Time and create a similar memory of our Ruby Wedding.
I already had a beautiful album, perfect for the task, and had printed off at Tesco’s dozens of photographs of the big occasion - but that’s where I came to a halt. Until today. It’s always difficult to get started, I find, but once underway,
well, there’s no stopping me. Today I completed three pages of my Ruby Wedding scrapbook as well as sorting out all the photographs into sections labelled “Party Preparations”, “Family Meal”, “Party”, “Day After
the Party” and “Roman Holiday.” Perhaps this will give you an idea how complicated this scrapbooking business is. At least, in my hands.
third project I embarked upon today was my third Grandparents Book. I have a year and two weeks to complete it, which sounds plenty of time till I tell you that there are no fewer than 138 pages to be filled with memories. Six down, and 132 to go...
I am actually feeling rather triumphant with my progress today. I have started and I will finish (as somebody once said.)
All I need is a few more Quiet Days In.