I’ve just checked my diary and have a meeting tomorrow. Marmalade making is off.
On the other hand, several inches of snow are forecast for tomorrow. The meeting might be off.
The chickens are becoming used to their new home in the greenhouse. They may be glad of it by tomorrow.
I was chatting to the WI treasurer last night. She asked my if I’d like to claim for expenses for the four polyanthus I’d taken for the table flowers. “Goodness, no,” I said. “They only cost 50p each.” She explained that, with the increase in subscriptions, our branch is expecting to have a £500 surplus and so they are offering people who do the food and flowers the cost of them.
I had forgotten that the subscription is imposed by Head Office. They want to have a big increase in the sum paid for affiliation to the national group and are justifying it by sending out a glossy magazine to each member – there always has been a magazine, but it has been paid for separately if you want it. I suppose that they don’t want to be seen to be taking a higher percentage of the sub, so the sub has been raised enough to maintain a tactful proportion. Our expenses are not high, however, as it is, so we will probably have to spend our surplus on parties. One can resign from the National Federation and just become a friendly group, and some WIs have, but they have to hand back anything they have with the WI name, even if it was made and paid for by the group. For example, we have two tablecloths, embroidered by members, one to commemorate the 80th anniversary and the other to celebrate the different elements of Denton village life as lived by WI members. Heavy handed? Feels like it. I haven’t been on the committee for years though, I only go because I see friends there, some of whom I don’t see anywhere else.
I must dry my hair and put on my face, I’m playing the organ for a funeral this morning. I am still not sure what it says about me, that I’ve planned my own funeral already. Not that I expect it to happen any time soon. But I’ve chosen the hymns, the reading and the coffin. So long as I overcome diffidence and tell my family what they all are, it will be excellent.
And I gave one of the polyanthus to the treasurer, one to the friend who gave me a lift and will give one to Dilly. The other is for me.