You may (or may not, you have better things to do, after all) remember that I have taken on a new committee, as Area secretary of Nadfas. It’s just two meetings a year, with two committee meetings to plan them – but there’s a lot of co-ordinating to do. I’d say that there’s probably something to do eight months of the year, with quite a lot for three of them. Which is fine, I’m not talking about days’-worth of work, the odd few hours at a time and quite a lot of emails to deal with.
I do find it easier to get to know people online, I have to say. With my poor (better than it was) memory for names and faces, it’s easiest for me to get to know people by facts. So I get away with it, everyone thinks I’ve a marvellous memory because I’ll remember most things I’ve ever been told. That I may look at someone blankly, because I have poor face recognition, can be overlooked. And a woman can develop a reputation for being a bit luvvieish (easier than for a man) and call everyone ‘darling’ or similar while she’s remembering their name.
I am loads better than I was in both these respects, because I have spent a lot of time working at it. I remember, when I was secretary of the WI, I used to sit with the list of members on my lap, looking round the room (we sit in a circle) putting names to faces. One can learn to improve, and it becomes easier. It’s especially easier if I have something written down, as that’s the sort of memory, ‘learning style’ that I have.
Anyway (a written-verbal tic, I know, darlings), although it is quite a lot of work, I’m enjoying this secretaryship, because of all the emails – and the occasional phone call – that I get. A sad excuse for a social life, but hey, it saves on the housework. Ask people around and you have to clean up and cook and stuff.
There was a meeting here in fact, earlier on this evening, to plan the Harvest Supper. I seem to have come off lightly, with a fruit salad – well, a fruity dessert, won’t decide what until near the time – and a cheeseboard. Squiffany and Pugsley were here at the time (I typed in Pugsley’s actual name there, whoops, thought I was on Facebook for a minute) and they were very good but not entirely impossible to ignore. They were playing with various apps on the phone – child-suitable, natch – and then giving each other rides on their backs round the room. We didn’t mind, but the Sage came and took them away. Afterwards, we agreed, we’re all grandmothers; they were quite happy and well-behaved, so we switched off and got on with our arrangements and didn’t even notice them.