FC AGM

Walking the dog past the community centre I noticed the car park filling up at a surprising rate for early on a Monday morning. An elderly gentleman got out, his eyes twinkling as he nodded in my direction.  He stroked his long white beard and pulled his wooly hat down over his silvery hair. He started to waddle over the car park when a battered old mint green car threatened to mow him down. The driver pushed his little round glasses back up his nose and scratched his white beard in surprise.  He abandoned the car, sideways between two spaces  and got out.

"Alright Nick," he nodded at the first old man.
"Not so bad. Prostate been giving me a bit of gip but mustn't grumble.  Busy time of year, eh, Nicholas?"
"Sure is."

The men go went into the community centre together. I wondered what they were doing but continued my walk.

On the way back the dog ran away from me, heading back to the centre.  Sometimes he finds little pools of sick, which for some reason he finds delicious.  He seemed more excited than normal.  When I found him, he had a carrot and was happily sitting by the building munching his way through it. It was impossible not to look in through the window.  The room was filled with old men, all with a similar look. It was a room full of rotund, bewhiskered, frosty haired gentlemen. They all had notepads and were checking their lists. Some checked them twice.  Just then, another man cycled up on his bike, his gut escaping from between his trousers and jumper.
"Damn," he muttered to himself, "I bet they've started." He did a little double take as he saw me peeking through the window. "Ho, ho, ho.  Spying on the AGM, are you?"

I'm not sure he was very convinced by my panicked explanation of the dog and the carrot.  It could be coal for me this year, which could be quite useful, as the heating has broken again.

Unexpected Pleasures

Being able to blog tonight is an unexpected pleasure.  Tonight was our Youth Orchestra AGM and because we have such lovely parents we were done after 22 minutes.  If there was an entry in the Guinness book of records for shortest AGM we'd be in it.

Going to the pub with my husband and children and the rest of the committee is a post AGM tradition.  Obviously, I only go to the pub once a year.  Whilst, not entirely unexpected it was definitely a pleasure.   Conversation turned to Come Dine with Me and who would be your worst dinner party guest.  We were in surprising agreement.  The contestants on Come Dine with Me are always a little peculiar.  I have never been to a dinner party where the host suddenly decided they are going to demonstrate their juggling skills, or insists that everyone dresses in skimpy nurses outfits, or brings out a friend who is not eating but is going to be the butler until nearly the end of the evening when they suddenly take their clothes off.

It was a colleague's birthday today and in the Assembly the head teacher asked her if she would like to share her birthday plans with the children.  She did, enthusiastically and the children erupted with laughter when she told them that she was going to see her best friend and have a sleepover.  I wasn't expecting to have such a laugh in that assembly.  I was thinking that it's a good job she didn't add, "and we're going to get off our faces!"

The AGM was my second meeting of the day and generally I'm not a fan of meetings.  I often feel as though everyone's time would be better spent actually doing things rather than talking about them but this particular meeting was good.  We sorted out loads of things and I got some badges.  I love a badge!

This meeting meant that I wasn't in school at break time but when I got back to school there was one piece of Rocky Road left and it was delicious.

And then there was a chip butty