To have to go somewhere, walk up to and introduce myself to strangers, with an eye on the money is my idea of a bad dream, but, as a new trustee of an organisation that is going to need some serious funding if the building work is to happen, I took a deep breath and booked myself a ticket.
Special last-minute arrangements had to be made to get people to cover part of my shift in Zac's so I could leave early today and go to the event, and all was going well . . . until this morning when I discovered the conference was yesterday.
In my defence the email about the event wasn't very clear. It didn't give a date - at least not obviously - but did say at one point, "to celebrate International Women's Day on 8th March." So that must have been where I got the idea from. You'd think I might have noticed though when I booked a ticket . . .
I also missed World Book Day yesterday so didn't take the opportunity to plug my books.
So instead of a conference I took Toby to Crawley Woods. I was in need of some sea air and nature. A quick gallop through the dunes is enough to perk anyone up.
But I certainly got my fresh sea air. Everyone else on the beach - all three of them - wore coats, hats and hoods.
7 comments:
Too bad you missed the conference! Bad marketing on their part not to have been explicit and clear about when it was going to occur.
I think so too, Debra. Couldn't possibly be my mistake!
No, unheard of for you to get it a bit wrong. I blame it on the French tuck.
Those ocean dunes look magical!
Too bad about missing the conference. The walk looks like more fun though.
I would require very clear messaging.
...I love the sand dune!
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