You know when you think you have plenty of time to do things that need doing and then time runs away from you and you check the calender and suddenly it's, 'YIKES! Is it nearly the end of July ALREADY? I need to get out NOW and DO important stuff!'
So this is exactly what happened this morning. It is Tuesday already. We are going on holiday in a matter of a couple of days (house sitter at the ready - check, list of things to visit on hols made - check, new pants purchased - check) and I suddenly realised that whilst we are away it is Andy's and my 10th wedding anniversary AND my close friend's birthday and have I done anything about pressies? Have I cocoa!
BUT...I had a master plan! Oh yes, for although I kind of didn't realise it was all happening so soon, I knew what I wanted for Andy and for my friend, and worked out exactly where I needed to go to get what I wanted and guessed that I could be out of the house and back well within the hour, half an hour if the traffic was kind to me, job sorted!
I also needed to restock my supply of elastic because I am mid-way through making many knickerbockers for many rag dolls (such is the excitement of my life) but could get elastic from my target shop, so all was good and on schedule for a cup of tea and read of the local newspaper at 10 a.m.
Oh Fate! How you mock the plans of mortals! How you lull our securities then shove a spanner so cruelly into the cogs of progress.
All started well. I found the elastic quickly, and my friend's gift. But could I find what I wanted for Andy? I could not. It is our tenth anniversary and ten is tin. Do you know how uninspiring tin is? Once you set aside the obvious, like cuff links and baked beans, there isn't a lot left. Tenth anniversary tin requires one to be creative, inventive, resourceful. The cunning plan in my mind's eye was beginning to fade a little round the edges.
'Never mind!' I said out loud, because I no longer worry about the embarrassment of talking to myself in public. 'I shall nip next door. I am certain I shall find what I want there.'
Did I? Did I??? Nope.
Never mind. The morning was still young. The roads still relatively traffic free. I could nip into town and go to my third shop of choice. They were bound to have what I needed.
'But the shop over the way there will,' I said. 'I can always rely on THAT shop to come up with the goods.'
Ha! Nothing. Not a sausage. To be fair it wasn't a sausage shop nor was I looking for sausages, tinned or otherwise, but you know what I mean. Metaphorical sausage.
Then a little voice said, 'Just pop down there a little way to THAT shop.'
I said,'Are you mad? I won't find what I want THERE! No way.'
'Just go!' said the little voice in my head and because me and the little voice have a long history and it usually beats me down in the end with its demands, I decided to go where it suggested if only to shut it up, save time and hopefully score a point in proving it wrong.
And within three seconds of stepping foot inside this shop I saw 'IT!' Not the 'it' that fitted with my plans, but a better 'it,' a more pertinent 'it,' an 'it' that was more
relevent and anniversaryish and right than I could ever have imagined.
The little voice inside my head didn't say a word. It merely folded its arms and smiled in a knowing 'I told you so' way.
'Okay!' I said, out loud. 'You win.'
(I am afraid I cannot divulge the results of my unexpected detour as Andy might read this and I don't want to spoil the surprise but all will be revealed in due and cliched course.)
So although I was nearly three times longer in my shopping trip than I had planned to be, it all worked out rather well.