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Envelopes, Impossible Tasks and a Pleasant Afternoon

I spent this afternoon stuffing envelopes with the papers for the Bowls Committee’s forthcoming AGM. Well, someone had to do it.


It’s one of the (many) great aspects of retirement, that if something needs doing, or someone needs help doing something, or if nobody else seems to be able to help out – why, the chances are that Yours Truly can step in. Mr B says I am only thinking about material for the Daily Blog and I would be fibbing if I pretended that the thought never crossed my mind.  But do you really think, honestly, that I can write a whole blog – that’s between 550 and 750 words on average – about stuffing envelopes?


When I arrived at the Honorary Secretary’s sea-front flat, she had all the papers spread out on her dining room table.  It was an impressive array. There were two sets of financial accounts, the minutes of the last AGM, an agenda for the up-and-coming AGM and three voting slips, one pink, one yellow, one blue.  She also had a pile of addressed envelopes, into which we were to stuff the papers. I was pleased to note that they were self-sealing envelopes – you know the ones I mean, with the strip of paper you peel off to reveal the Sticky Bit. Neither I nor my tongue fancied having to lick over a hundred envelopes.  


In the beginning, as we assembled each stack of papers, folded them neatly in half and added the voting slips, we kept getting in each other’s way.  We weren’t the most efficient of production lines.  However, once we started circling the table, like prowling lions, we did very much better and slowly, but surely the stack of fat envelopes grew steadily.


When I was a Working Gal, long, long ago, I used to have frequent communication from a company which existed to carry out the time-consuming tasks which organisations and businesses simply didn’t have the heart for.  So, for example, if a business had printed thousands of copies of a brochure only to find a monumental error on Page 12 – this company would undertake to stick a correction over the bloomer by hand on every single copy in double quick time. Or if another business had decided to send out sticks of rock with their company motto printed all through them, as a PR stunt, well The Firm That Can (it wasn’t called that but I can’t remember its name. I wish I could, it deserves a mention in the Daily Blog) would arrange to wrap ‘em, pack ‘em and post ‘em before you could say “Kiss Me Quick.”  I used to look forward to their regular newsletters for the sheer pleasure of reading about the totally daft jobs they had been called upon to deliver.


You have to admit it would be an interesting job in that you would never know, when you turned up at work each day, whether you would be engaged in a Mesmerisingly Boring Task or a Remarkably Barmy one.


We didn’t require their services for our task as it only took us an hour to stuff every envelope except one (we ran out of agendas and minutes of the last meeting but the Honorary Secretary said this was a problem easily solved by access to a photo-copier. ) We checked through the list of members to make sure there was an envelope for everyone. There was. Then we sat down to enjoy a cup of coffee and a biscuit and to talk about quilting, wood-carving, the Fabric Shop, down-sizing homes and living by the sea-side.  It was, all in all, a most pleasant afternoon.


On Thursday morning at the Bowls Club Coffee Morning, it will be my job to hand out all the envelopes.  This may be more of a challenge than the actual stuffing of the envelopes as I am not sure I know all the new members by sight. Mr B says he will help me but admits he doesn’t know all the newbies either.  It is a Very Important Job because any envelopes left after the Coffee Morning will have to be posted, which will cost money.  I Must Not Fail.  


I reassure myself with the thought that when I really put my mind to anything I will surely succeed. Even to the extent of writing a whole Daily Blog about stuffing envelopes.


As the runaway train of my childhood once memorably chuffed and puffed: “I think I can, I know I can....”


“ I knew I could!”

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23.04 | 20:15

lovely and heartwarming - an inspiration to us all x

09.03 | 12:07

Love this story told as ever beautifully.x

10.11 | 21:31

What a super account of a special event. I loved meeting you last night and seeing your creation come together. I’m so pleased you got so much from the activity

07.09 | 13:17

I have broad shoulders x

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