The Thief of Time

The Thief of Time

We had a French teacher at school who was everything a French teacher should be: elegant, petite, tight-lipped and emotionally rather cold. She would look at us all when we moaned about how much work we had to do and how on earth would we get our A-levels done (alongside important other occupations like making tape compilations for friends and moping over our latest crush) and state simply in her laconic fashion, “Girls, it is all just a question of organisation of time”. How our eyes rolled; how we complained it was “easy for her”. However, there is truth in what she says: If you want something done, ask a busy person, And I have decided to be that busy person!

Forget New Year’s resolutions: spring time is the time of year when thoughts turn to getting things done; having a clear out (and possibly buying items for a new wardrobe – as a reward, of course). A well-travelled aunt of mine having run out of time (there I go again) and energy to get stitching, has given me bags of wonderful fabric mainly from India and Sri Lanka, and I have decided to make table runners, cushions and a party dress for my daughter from them. A long list will this afternoon appear on the fridge of things I need to get done before the next millennium and I am determined to do them. It’s not as if it is difficult: youtube can teach me all those sewing tips time has erased and some of the jobs may only be small. But the combination of crossing those small things off my list and, more importantly, doing something creative is an enticing one. Nothing beats a sense of achievement and the satisfaction that I will have organised my time well!

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