1 Let me explain. Yesterday was to be a day in the garden, the day on which I cleared the green growths outside the back door. The week had already been a SSAFA week; Friday was to be my day.
2 Ah. It didn't work that way. Yet, energised by the physiotherapist's gentle manipulation of my shoulder, and fuelled by breakfast, I was ready. Still, the paper and a promised telephone call to the manager in Open House about a homeless ex-Serviceman occupied the first hour or so when I returned home. The call completed, another call taken, it was time to meet a prospective SSAFA caseworker in Chequer Mead, a meeting which ran for over an hour. The energy, the commitment, you understand, was running down. And so the interruptions, the diversions, continued, the preparation for today's AGM being among them. The green growths remained undisturbed.
3 Later in the day, it seemed right to get on with the scoring of the first Maypole session. After all, I'm on the committee now. So I did the job. Nick and Ian were bottom, well below Anne and Verena in fifth place. Liam agreed to come round later on to check the scores: there were errors on two out of the 18 records, but the ranking was unchanged. Liam and I (and Pat West) were second. (Pat? She had been a spare person, so she played three boards with Liam and three with me. Enough, she thought: she was still shaken by her two revokes on a single board with Liam.)
3.1 The Maypole AGM? At the beginning of our review meeting in the kitchen, Liam declared his dislike of chairing, his inability to chair. Well-meaning, but the wrong person; or the right person because he is likeable and well-meaning. The treasurer arrived late with his copies of the accounts. The agenda was incomplete. But there is a promise of a scoring device which will replace the Excel efforts. I have undertaken to remain the Excel-scorer until Christmas.
3.2 The penultimate hand: Nick was in 5H. I had bid clubs; I held the AC and QC. I lead the QS; the JS was revealed in dummy. There was a round of hearts; my single heart was played. Subsequently, Liam won a trick. He was on lead. A club lead through Nick - two tricks to us. He led a spade. Further on, Liam was on lead again. He led a club. Nick dropped (played) a diamond, an inadvertent play. He quickly picked the card from the table and ...... . And so there was a difference of opinion. A bluster. And so on. However, his diamond was replaced on the table and I took my two club tricks.
3.3 Later on I showed Liam the relevant rule in the book. He too thought that the inadvertently-played card could be taken back.
4 And so our petty affairs continue. I hope that you have had news, good news. But I understand that the news may be indifferent, or may be tending-to-bad, or may be bad. But I hope that you have had some news.
5 To conclude on yet more of the banal: I have displayed the new display boards; I have hoovered much of siberia; I have wet-wiped the door surrounds of the door from siberia to the great outside.
6 There's been a message from Donald Felgate, who sends his regards. And there is to be a BBQ in The Square this evening, organised and presented by Future Cycles.
Thinking of you.
Stayathome
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