I’m never completely sure who will turn up for our weekly Family Zoom. On Saturday, we had a most unexpected guest…
Like so very many families across the land, we started our Family Zoom in the early days of the Pesky Pandemic when we were forced apart by Circumstances Beyond Our Control. I am secretly (or, possibly, not very secretly, given that I am writing about
it in the Daily Blog) proud of the fact that it was I who navigated the ins and outs of Zoom to set up our weekly gatherings. There have been a few mishaps along the way when I managed to set up two meetings at once and nobody could manage to get admitted
to either. On a couple of occasions, too, I altered the password in order to accommodate a completely different get-together with members of the Singing for Pleasure choir and forgot to change it back again - once again causing acute stress for family members
wondering what had gone wrong. Well, maybe to describe their feelings as “acute stress” may be something of an exaggeration but you know what I mean.
my self-appointed role as Meeting Organiser, I am not too good at time-keeping. For this I rely on the Youngest of the Darling Daughters to advise us when we have a minute and a half to go, advising us all to say our goodbyes and wave merrily at each other
before we are cut off mid-conversation. This doesn’t always work because inevitably somebody will set off on a story with thirty seconds left and we all sigh with exasperation when we are left with a blank screen and a half-told anecdote. In come the
farewell messages - Ping! Ping! Ping!
You are wondering why we just don’t pay out for an extended session but I rather think 40 minutes is just about
the right length of time. Any longer and I suspect we might have fewer takers, week after week - Family Zoom would eat into everybody’s Saturday a little too much and attendance would slowly but surely drop off till I would be gazing at myself on screen
for forty minutes, willing somebody - anybody - to join me in my virtual meeting room.
Mr B is not a fan of Family Zoom. He loves to see everybody, of course,
and always needs to check who’s coming every week. What he doesn’t like is that people tend to talk over each other all the time which is, as I keep trying to explain, just something you accept as part of the Zoom Experience. He gets particularly
annoyed when I venture a point of view and nobody appears to be listening to me. I tell him that (i) I honestly don’t mind being interrupted, being quite accustomed to it when all is said and done; and (ii) we really don’t want to start having
to raise a hand if we wish to speak, it would be like being back in school. Even the youngest members of the family, who are still at school and therefore used to hand-raising, would find it strange in a family setting. I am not, however, talking about hand-raising
here - but about the truly hair-raising. Please read on…
Regular readers will remember that our last unexpected visitor to Family Zoom was Penny the Puffin
who was no trouble at all. Unless you count the trouble she caused the Middle of the Darling Daughters who had to help Tala (eldest of the Twins by one important minute) to transfer Penny’s many adventures over the weekend into a diary entry before she
returned to Puffin Class at Hook Infant School. It’s a hard life being a Class Mascot but someone has to do it.
On Saturday the Rascally Trio were keen to
show off the new costumes for Hallowe’en which they had carefully chosen from good old Sainsbury’s (other supermarkets can and will sell you a similarly amazing selection of Scary Outfits.) Here was Faris, dressed as a kind of winged dragon and
behind him Lilia, looking sweet rather than scary in a witch’s outfit. But who was this resting a head on her mother’s shoulder? Oh, my word - the Grim Reaper, no less! I kid you not, this apparition was Seriously Unsettling for anyone of a Nervous
Disposition. I was all a-quiver for the rest of Family Zoom, despite knowing full well that it was my dear, sweet Tala under the frightening mask.
Trio are coming to visit us at half-term. With Hallowe’en almost upon us by the date of their visit, I am pretty sure I know what they will all be wearing.
will be prepared, of course - but I need to warn Mr B in advance that he will be getting a bear hug from the Grim Reaper…