I was slightly ratty once or twice at this morning’s meeting. For a start, someone didn’t arrive, so I rang her (she’d offered to bring our host an extra coffee pot, so had been expected early) in case she had broken down or something. “Oh shit, I have it on the calendar for tomorrow,” she said. She arrived half an hour later. I wasn’t tetchy about that of course, because I’m hardly the person to fuss about a mistake, leaving chaos behind me all the time as I do.
So we started a little late. Within moments, someone raised a matter irrelevant to the subject in hand “since it’s not on the agenda.” I pointed him to my notes on the agenda, item 4b*. “Ah. Sorry”.
Really, it was like looking after a basketful of puppies. A couple of months off and they were all cheerful and pleased to see each other. I mean, I’m as friendly as the next grumpy person, but I used my gavel. Twice.
We finished less than ten minutes late, but there’s a whole list of things deferred to a later meeting.
I went in to say goodbye to the Sage, on my way to this evening’s meeting. He was unpacking china on the dining table. He had a can of cider in one antique bowl and a knifeful of cheese balanced on another. Before I left, he swept me out to the chicken run, where half a dozen young girls had got out of their coop – they are ready to go in the run with their bigger aunts really, but a stoat got their sister a week or so back, and tore the skin on the head of one of them, so the Sage is keeping them in the coop until she’s completely healed. Together, we picked them up and put them back. They are quite tame and squawked a bit but didn’t struggle.
Eight chicks were hatched a couple of days ago and they, with their mother, are in another coop. I did take photos and I’ll add them tomorrow. It’s early, but I’m ready for bed.
*or whatever, none of us cares enough for me to have to go and check, surely