It’s 10.30 am.
At 5am I woke and packed my bags, I cycled over to Waterloo. There was no train, I took a bus to Barnes, there was a train.
At 8.30 am I got to Lady Lucy, unpacked the boat and my bags and by 9.30am the boat was ship shape.
I had two parties coming on the boat today. I don’t know them, I trusted them as I trust all guests. They haven’t turned up. They didn’t respond to the mails during the week or mails this weekend.
You might ask why I bother!
There’s a simple answer; because if you don’t bother, no-one else does. If we all stopped bothering , there wouldn’t be much fun left in the world
The world is full of people who don’t bother, of whom the rude people who booked the boat and didn’t show are just examples.
And most people say
“why should it be my job – when there are many other people who could do that job better?”.
Why should it be my job to try and restore a West Indian lady’s faith in pension?
Why should it be Angie Brooks’ job to hold the hands of those who have lost their retirement savings?
Don’t beggar your neighbour!
Here is my friend John Mather with his answer to the questions my blog this morning was posing..
Henry why does the complication of the law become the fault of the IFA ? Often bliss is based on ignorance in many fields
The world over the meek will inherit (nothing) and the belief that they will is an example of mis selling by religions
I don’t agree John. Your philosophy is one of self-reliance, we are all reliant on each other, even you John! The meek , the quiet, the gentle, and easily imposed on may well submit to the scammers, but they will be loved – that is their inheritance.
I am sitting on my boat alone but have a beautiful morning to think about these things. Of course I would have liked to share my boat with these rude people but I have moved on.
There is no space for recrimination, we can only do what we can for each other and if some people don’t want help , we must find new people to share the love with.
Next week, over 60 people will come on Lady Lucy for the five days of Henley, it will be beautiful and thanks to my guests not turning up today, the boat will be in the best possible shape!
The only thing to do with a beautiful thing like Lady Lucy or “love” is to share it. Yet the mill pond here at Hurley is full of boats that never see life beyond their moorings and pensions are full of people who have all the answers and never want to share them.
Whether your property is intellectual or made out of mahogany, it’s value is in sharing.
I’ll raise my mug of tea to the millions of people who bother. To those looking after others, to those struggling to look after themselves, to Mums and Dads and grandparents.
To the river Thames, to Angie Brooks, to my Minister Lesley Griffiths (whose sermon I will have to watch streamed again). To my Mum and Dad who did (bother).
To the 250 IFAs who bothered to turn up in Peterborough, to Al Rush who bothered!