I hadn’t planned for today to be quite as wimple as it turned out to be. The morning consisted of a rehearsal at church for our carol concert – an behemoth of an event that is taking forever to get through – only to be told half way through that I was being taken out of class this afternoon in order to help set up for the Christmas Fayre to be held later that evening. Great!
Apparently, my organisational skills were required. I quietly got on with arranging the 131 bottle tombola prizes in numerical order. Every one else around me it seems were becoming increasingly worried about it all being in place on time. An hour before the event, the very same people were sitting around with cups of coffee wondering how to fill their time… I hadn’t panicked. I knew it would all be ready. I kept my head down and got on with things quietly and calmly. These things have a tendency to work out no matter what.
My car has been at the garage all day. Despite leaving it with them last night, placing the keys through their letterbox (in a Mission: Impossible style manoeuvre so not to set off their alarm), upon ringing them at lunch time it was clear they hadn’t begun to look at the problem. Hence, there was no way I could have picked it up in the window of opportunity that was the lull between preparation and stampede of interested parents…
…not that I suffered a great stampede. I was tucked away with two colleagues in a corner room and the wave of excitement hit us roughly 25 minutes after every one else. We were still the first empty stall though. The prospect of alcohol may have had something to do with it!
My car needs some new brake shoes by the way. Not too much of an issue in the grand scheme of things.
