Don’t you find that’s the way with appointments though, of whatever sort? You can have a free week except for one vital thing, and that’s bound to be the day that someone invites you to a non-alterable party. I booked a range of concerts for the Aldeburgh Festival and it’s the day I have two, one in the afternoon and one in the evening, that Wink asked me to go to a literary lunch in London that I’d really have liked to attend. Similarly, all work piles up at the same time, even if you think you’ve planned things quite nicely. Only too often, it’s the social side of life that has to be jettisoned, though I’m trying hard not to let that happen too much any more.
Deciding not to grow vegetables will save me a couple of hours a day all summer, I realise. But since that’s often the time I enjoy most, the realisation doesn’t give me any satisfaction. Although it’s not as simple as that really – I love growing things, but the weeding gives me the pip. And for years, the weeding, watering, picking, then having to prepare the vegetables, then cook the damn meal was rather more than good nature could necessarily stand, every day for months on end.
I’m quite annoyed to have received a cheque in the post relating to the Nadfas meeting the week before last, from someone who hadn’t got around for paying for lunch in advance as I’d reminded her several times to do (this is the only real negative feeling I have about this job: the necessity to nag, which is so tedious from my point of view and the recipients’). So the last time I wrote, I asked her to send it to the Treasurer instead of me as I’d hand all cheques to him at the meeting. So I’ll have to pay to send it on and bad cess to her, really. I can see if the bank will pay it into the account, but I very much doubt it, a third party cheque into a different bank’s account.