Monday, 3 October 2016
Today was a day of meetings.
Having spent most of the morning attempting to wake myself from my slumbers I had to march out for a meeting at St Paul's at midday. I stuffed my face with fattening cakes while there telling myself I would eat no more all week.
Our discussion revealed the details of how most of the folks there landed up as Christians, and how interesting each persons story was. I kept quiet at this point, no point in boring them when they were happy. I avoided grasping a loose 'Bakewell tart' as i left intending to keep to my promise and walked along the road enjoying the sunshine and contemplating what I had heard. How these folks always either teach me something or make me feel inadequate when I hear their tales.
The museum discussion was straight forward. Exhibitions, changes in the shop, plans for the future, the usual stuff all accompanied by Ginger Cake which I accidentally shovelled down my throat. It is good for you they say! Naturally I said little here and let my good friend Peggy do all the talking, something she is able to do well, and I just nodded in agreement courteously.
Each of the 'top dogs' spoke of their work, our accomplishments and what they required from us. I kept quiet here. One thing I do think will be good is getting people to write or even better record their stories for history. We do have one audio CD of folks telling their experiences of work in the town and (£2 to you) and getting them to reminisce on their past lives, good and bad, would be a wonderful idea.
The good thing is I miss out the papers when I am busy. I therefore do not get worried by the pap they offer us. However I note the PM is going ahead (apparently) with 'Brexit' even though no-one is too sure what it means and the Chancellor man has rubbed George Osborne's face in it as politely as a Conservative Chancellor can, with a smile. The Cameron/Osborne past is so foul in the eyes of the Tory Party that a video of Cameron's time was greeted in stony silence, most unusual for this party. Now he is of to make money, I bet he makes less than he thinks he is worth.