Seriously, I could faff all day long. It doesn’t matter where I am, or what I’m doing, I’ve always got time for a faff.
I faff on the internet. Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Pinterest – all very faff-worthy.
I faff around in the kitchen. If the cook book says a recipe will take 15 minutes to prepare, I allow myself 40. Chopping, mixing (slurp of wine), measuring (a little boogie around to the radio), stirring…
I faff around, getting ready to go out. Putting some laundry on to wash, loading the dishwasher, tidying up some toys. Meanwhile Mr P is often standing by the front door, car keys in hand…
I faff around to avoid a deadline. Even though I know it means I’ll be working until midnight, I still find ways to faff. Ooh, I must paint my nails…
But is it really so bad to faff? I like to think it’s me just taking my time, noticing little things that need to be done, refusing to be rushed when I don’t need to be. I actually think the world would be a better place if we all faffed a little bit more. Let’s relax a bit and slow down.
But on second thought, perhaps it would get frustrating. Can you imagine turning on the BBC News and as the camera panned in on the presenter, he or she was faffing with papers and finishing their cuppa before starting to read you the news? “Bear with!”
What about if David Cameron was about to do a press conference outside Number 10 and he walked out, still on his phone, checking Facebook and ‘sending a quick tweet’ before he faced the world’s media? Hmm.
Even if you went for dinner at a restaurant and your meal took 40 minutes to arrive…. because the chef was cooking slowly, Instagramming ingredients and having a dance around their kitchen to the radio? I’d go crazy.
So, perhaps faffing isn’t so much fun when you’re not the one doing the faffing. When you’re the ‘faffee’, so to speak. Perhaps it’s time I fight the urge to faff…
I’m such a faffer. I faff all day. I’m sure I faff in my sleep.
Sleep faffing is probably an actual thing, Becky…
I’ll leave a reply when I have finally finished faffing.
Not sure a dog can faff, but thanks for your comment Rusky!
My name is Bianca and I too am a seasoned faffer x
Welcome, Bianca 😉
I love a good faff… unfortunately so do my children! 😉 xx
Oh GOD YES! My daughter is the QUEEN of faffing. Her favourite phrase is “I’m just….” (usually I’m just putting on this necklace or I’m just putting these pencils away or I’m just zipping this bag up really slowly) ARGH!
Guilty, I won’t even try and pretend I’m not…
If you ever find the ‘key’ to not faffing, please be sure to share it on instagram, twitter, pinterest……
Your fellow faffer x
I think faffing is a very important part of the creative process, and as a lifelong faffer I will defend my and your right to faff with my every breath.
But first, I’ve just got to check this thing over here ………
Oh the deadline one is so me! I have wasted time doing random stuff that makes me happy, and then stayed up till 2am writing the things that actually pay me on many occasions. But the multitasking – as I like to call it – just means that I do everything in a stress. I think I need to actually notice less, faff less, and just spend time doing, especially where my kids are concerned. After all, it wil not be long before they’d rather faff on their own than spend their time with me 🙂
Shall I tell you what I like doing which makes me faff quite a lot. And that is? Organising things. So it looks like it is under the guise of actually doing something. When in reality? I am just faffing about with bangles. Or shoes. Or leggings. Yes I organise leggings. Faffing makes me happy x