I apologise for plaguing you with a second blog today, but I am feeling decidedly more chipper now than I did when I wrote the first one and want to end the day on an inspiring note. (Mostly for me, I am afraid, but feel free to partake of some
vicarious inspiration,too, if you feel inclined.)
This is for two reasons. Possibly more, but mainly two. The first reason links nicely to my first blog today in that it involves a bee...
...what happened was this - I went to the loo after lunch because I am making an effort to drink more water because it helps weight loss (apparently) and it don't half make you want to tiddle. Anyway, no sooner had I perched on the throne than a bee entered the bathroom via the window and flew straight up my voluminous blouse. Well, mid-tiddle as I was I had to resist the urge to leap up and flap about shouting, 'Bee! Bee up my blouse!' What I did do was thank my beekeeping experience in giving me calmness around bees, and sat tight, finished my tiddle, carefully stood up, re-pantalooned my nethers, then took off my blouse to release the bee. Which immediately headed away from the window and onto the landing, necessitating a tricky rescue from the teeth and claws of Flora Bijou Mybug.
Well, that little moment of frisson got the blood racing and bucked me up to have an inspirational 'What Can I Do To Change My Life?' thinking and dreaming afternoon. This has been brought on partly by the desire to escape noisy neighbours and go live in a field, partly by the realisation that this time next year I shall be fast heading towards my 50th birthday (50??!!?!!) and partly because dreaming and planning are two of my favourite activities and it seemed a nice way to spend a sunny afternoon whilst Andy was in the kitchen constructing a dragon in a volcano cake. Like you do. Because one of his dreams is to enter the Great British Bake Off next year and he is DOING something about it.
Firstly, I checked to see if the French Abbey that keeps buzzing around my mind is still for sale. It is. It is rather lovely and we could just about afford it BUT what could we do in order to be able to live there, and how? It is all very well buying these places but one cannot live on grass alone. Unless one is a cow. Which I can be sometimes but not in a bovine digestion sense.
Well, it could be run as a writing retreat or teaching centre. Andy and I have often thought it would be good to run a writing retreat.The abbey has been half renovated, so is liveable. And with paying guests then we could continue to renovate the rest of the place and buy some bread to make grass sandwiches with. And I even got as far as seeing if you can get grants in France to help with renovating historical buildings and you can!
Or we could set up a glamping site in the grounds. Or run courses in bread and cake making, arts and crafts, chicken 'n' bee keeping...you get the idea.
And then an idea sprung to mind about starting a writing club for children. This came to mind because on Friday two of my work colleagues said to me at different points in the day, 'You should be a professional writer, you know.' And they said this because apparently I write very entertaining emails which cheer up their day.
Well, I am a qualified teacher of English, so there is half the battle won, and I get very positive feedback from the independent tutees that sometimes come my way of an evening or weekend (generally in panic mode just before their exams!). So perhaps I could supplement my school intervention tutoring work with running a creative writing club or two. After all, with Mr M Gove moving the education goal posts and changing the curriculum AGAIN, there could be a market of parents wanting extra help for their children to improve their creative writing skills. And it would be fun! And perhaps the extra money it brought in could go towards the purchase of an abbey en France.
And running a writing club would get me writing a lot more which I know I ought to do anyway but sometimes one falls from the swivel chair of writing, banging one's head on the keyboard of motivation before landing on the carpet of rejection because writing IS, officially, THE most difficult job in the world.
I researched writing clubs for children. I got some ideas. I came up with some
ideas of my own. I have a motivation! It could happen! So next step is to start writing a programme of activities, look for some venues, mail shot schools and libraries...and oh, so much more, but will keep me out of mischief during the impending summer holidays.
It has been a very purposeful and invigorating afternoon. It was lovely to see Queen Bee in the hive this morning getting on with her business in her world.
And Andy's dragon in a volcano cake is DELICIOUS! I wonder how much water I shall need to drink to dilute the calories...?