I first accepted the offer back in November, when February seemed a long, long while away and nothing to worry about. I confidently gave the title of the talk as 'The Provenance of Food and the Importance of Buying Local'. What a load of gob shite! Not the topic.. I mean, I do really think about the provenance of food and think that it's REALLY important to buy local, but do you think I could have chosen a title that sounds any more pompous and up my own jacksie?! That's just what a whole load of women want, isn't it? Me, lecturing them on where to buy their food. I also don't feel old enough. I'm not sure what the average age of a WI meeting is but I have a sneaky suspicion it's above 42. It will be like a child holding a lecture at the National Union of Teachers.. it feels wrong.
I do have a bit of a plan though. I am just about to abort draft three of my talk and start on draft four and am thinking about coming at it from a slightly different angle. I'm going to try and write it after a glass of wine or two and see if that helps.. I liken it to a bit of dutch courage and therefore figure, since it would be wholly inappropriate to have a tipple before the talk itself to calm my nerves, I might as well write it into the talk by writing the talk after a tipple.... make sense?
All of this does not bode well for my forthcoming book I'm supposed to be writing! Obviously, that is not going well. I've got as far as the idea that instead of page numbers I'm going to put dates starting from Jan 1 and am taking a photo from the same spot every day on the farm that will be printed in the bottom corner of the page so that if you flicked the book from front cover to back you'll see the change of the seasons throughout the year... clever, eh? Yeah. Great. All I've got to think about now is content!
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|Jan 21st 2013|