The last Monday of the month crept up so quietly it was unnoticed until I heard on the radio that it was St. Andrew’s Day. In what we might think of as normal times, the day would have been a celebration of one sort or another, marked by a dinner and amusing speeches or in my ancient history, a very formal ball, with dance cards and food which included peas in aspic. But this year, I didn’t even notice. It just goes to show …
Not only was our Patron Saint denied his due acknowledgment, my last Monday of the month commitment to post a chunter on Hunkerin’ Doon slipped off my radar too. How could I let that happen when it has become the only time I actually put pen to paper for something that isn’t an answer to an email or an ongoing correspondence with a neighbour’s solicitor about her high hedge which almost reaches the clouds.
Well, the upshot is that, although there is plenty I could be saying about the plenty there is plenty to say about, I am, right now, making every effort to meet demands from another quarter. If I don’t fulfil the promise I made to complete that task by the deadline, not only will I be letting a number of people down, I will get a very red face.
I am sure my Granny would be coming out with a whole lot of wise words about being better organised, and if I had head space to recall those gems I would share them with you now, but my heid feels as if it’s full o’ mince and I can’t bring any to mind, except maybe, “Hoo often div I hae to tell ye nae tae leave athing til the last minute?”
So folks, no chunters, opinions or mind boggling revelations for November, just a promise of another good intention to keep to the usual form next time .
In the meantime, we are all having to continue with this Hunkerin’ Doon, at least until the decision has to be made about sticking with the good sense or being a bit gallus because we will have permission to go further afield. Who would have thought, back in March, that this Festive Season there would be a greater risk to concern us than losing the tenuous grip on sanity we try to maintain in the M & S food hall as it gets close to Christmas?
On that thought of where we are in the year, the month, and the week I will stop now, while wondering how the days can fly past so quickly.
I’m running late