Yes, well, we’ll move on, shall we?
Tomorrow, there is a coffee morning for New Members. In previous years, the previous chairman gave a little talk, about the society and about the National Association of the societies. It seemed unreasonable to continue to ask her to give her time, so I’ll be doing it.
Informal and spontaneous is how I’m described. A polite way of saying untidy and unprepared.
I rely on my hopeful smile, as ever. It’s my trump card. I have a worried air and people genuinely don’t like to upset me.
Squiffany suggested that one of her dolls might like to accompany me. It is a charming little rag doll in a green dress. Her name is Dolly. Squiffany has another doll, whose name is Dolly, and a third, which looks younger, which is named Baby. This seems perfectly appropriate. We have a few dozen bantams, all of which are called Girl until they have chicks, when they are called Mummy or Auntie, depending on whether the sitter actually laid the eggs. There is, of course, one male bird, who is named Cocky.
I took Dolly and her vacuous but good-natured smile rather won me over and I gave her a hug. I haven’t brought her home with me though. After deliberation, it was thought that she might be nervous, away from home, and she is spending the night with Squiffany.
Do excuse a somewhat fluffy and flappy post, but I drank two glasses of wine which, after a couple of days of virtual abstinence, has rendered me skunklike.