Day 46

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“Do you want to come on a day trip tomorrow? Your Auntie M and I are going to Wiltshire to a craft centre. It’s with the Towns Women’s Guild, and somebody has dropped out. We thought that it would be a nice day out, and get you out of the house.”

Mum was in persuasive mode.

“We are leaving at 8.30 tomorrow morning. If you want to come.”

So it was decided that we would be meeting outside the local Wesley Hall.

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The morning was in its usual chaos when I left.

“Where you goin’ mummy?” Roo was in inquisitive mode, rolling around the floor while Thomas, Annie and Clarabel chuffed happily around Sodor Island. Usually when I am leaving there is the ‘Can I come too?’ chorus. Not today.

“I’m going to a craft centre with Grandma.”

“Oh! OK. See you later!” Not a backward glance as I left to face the rain!

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A jolly bunch of ladies of a certain age were there waiting for the minibus to arrive. I reduced the average age somewhat!

“Are we all ready to go?” The group leader was already counting heads, and looking anxiously for the bus through the rush hour traffic. “Oh wait Here we are!”

The bus approached, and, with macs and walking sticks settled, we set off.

It was as we travelled through the rain…with nowhere to run…when I found out the full story of our trip to WORCESTERSHIRE (Mother!). Apparently the local Towns Women’s Guild is partnered with another group that comes from the south. The trip was arranged to allow the two groups to meet up half way between the rolling hills and the south.

OK! This was not going to be a problem. I was after all a guest of the group and could be having a look about the craft centre while they were meeting up. This would be fine.

Then I was handed a green and purple rosette.

Apparently these were the suffragette colours….where the Towns Women’s Guild began. These were to show that we were part of the rolling hills group for the Southern Group. Why was I given one?

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On arrival at the Jinny’s Ring craft centre, we saw what appeared to be converted barns surrounded by gorgeous countryside

So there we were… the thirteen of us… waiting for the other group to arrive, rosettes in place. One of us were wondering what on earth they were doing there, when a 52 seater coach arrived.

Now. Have you ever been in a situation where you have to pretend something? Like pretend to know about a subject….when you haven’t got a clue.

Today I was that person!

As the other group of ladies of a certain age clambered off their bus, they seemed to home onto the fact that there was one of the rolling hills group that still had dark hair………so young! (I’m nearly 40!) Question after question came. All were very friendly and very pleased to join up together. Was I really going to lie to these ladies?

I tried silence, allowing others of the group to speak; but then questions were aimed directly at me! (Rabbit caught in headlights time!) What did I like about the Guild? What groups was I part of? How many members did we have? Were there any younger members like myself? What could I do! How could I let my smaller group of rolling hills comrades down?

Let’s just say I’m off to confession tomorrow!

Thinking on my feet…not ever having being part of any ladies group apart from weight watchers, I drew on the next best thing. What did Mum do at the UCM (Union of Catholic Mothers for those who don’t know)?????

Just so you know for future reference Rolling Hills Comrades; We do bazaars, Knit, do teas and Coffees for events, , have guest speakers and days out….which you have to bring back presents for your expectant children, (many memories as a child). Just bear these in mind if you ever have a meet up in the near future.

After the preliminaries were over we had a wander about the centre.

A cane topper tree! This is outside the glass blowers. Let’s look inside……

Gorgeous, colourful loveliness.

A toenail was just about over the threshold….when the next wave of Southern questions introduced themselves. Dratted purple and green suffragette rosette! It was unceremoniously hidden under my cardigan!

Honestly though….I had a lovely day. I met some fabulous ladies from the South and the rolling hills, and had a gander through some lovely shops. Giggles and laughs all the way! Thank you for inviting me.xxxxx

Looking up in the glass blowers this is what we saw……

Obviously this was something that I could create in the conservatory at home.

What do you think?

I know…rather a damp squid. But a lovely flower all the same…….

See you tomorrow!

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