There was a little bit of controversy at our Questers Meeting this morning.
Someone had come as a guest but guests, apparently,
aren’t allowed. It seems that membership of Questers has become much sought-after and there is a long waiting list to join our happy band. Mr B and I are rather pleased that we managed to sneak in before the Dreaded Guillotine came down.
At the same time we feel a little sorry for the poor, uninvited guest who said she was told by someone called Ian that there would be no problem her turning up this morning. Everybody called Ian quickly denied having given her this information. She was allowed
to stay but it was made very clear that there is no back door entry allowed to our hallowed group. It is possible we are getting Slightly Above Ourselves.
people haven’t been replying to their emails. This is a heinous crime of which Mr B and I have both occasionally been guilty in that we each think the other has responded on behalf of us both. Even worse, some people have not been polite to the
event organisers. As I have volunteered to organise an event in September, I make a mental note of this. Especially as I can only take 20 people on the trip I am organising and I already have 40 people indicating an interest. That’s 20 potentially
unhappy people who may be rude to me. I shall respond, as always, with unfailing politeness.
The Treasurer of our branch of the U3A (Questers is part
of this august organisation) announced that our annual membership subs is going up from £20 to £25. Our meeting convenor made it clear that this was just an announcement and there would be no opportunity for questions or comments. There was much
restive shifting in seats by people who clearly wanted to make a comment or ask a question. Someone whispered that there had been a particularly fiery meeting last Saturday where the increase was discussed and argued over. We clearly missed
out on some fireworks. Mr B and I happen to think that 50p a week for all the entertainment and enjoyment we gather from our particular branch of the U3A is a bargain – but the increase has clearly polarised our members even more than Maggie Thatcher
divided the country.
As usual I sign up for every outing on offer. Mr B makes me scrub my name off the list for a visit to the Brighton Sewers when we are warned
that the atmosphere underground is hot and claustrophobic, with several rather tricky ladders to climb. He says my inclusion on such a trip would be a Recipe for Disaster. He reminds me that with his Bad Back, there is no way he would be able to give me a
fireman's lift to the surface, should I need such assistance. I am a little disappointed (not about the fireman's lift but about having to delete my name from the list) as I've heard many good things about the Trip Down The Sewers.
I have, however, signed us up for a Blue Badge Tour of Worthing, my home town; a visit to the Sussex Prairies (cream tea an optional extra); a guided tour of the Priest House and Gardens at West Hoathly
and another of Charleston House, near Lewes, home of Vanessa Bell who entertained many a jolly gathering of the famed Bloomsbury Group there. I have offered two seats in our car to anyone who may need a lift, on the basis that this has proved an excellent
way of making new friends.
When we get home it takes me ages to fill in all the dates in our diary. It’s not just a question of inserting the place we are
visiting; I also need to add the name and contact details of the organiser, the cost of the trip, when we need to pay up, whether we will be eating and, if so, whether this is included in the cost of the trip or is an optional extra. Sometimes there is a menu
to be consulted with a tick box to indicate our choices. Occasionally there is a map to be slipped into the relevant page of the diary or, at the very least, a map reference. Thanks to Questers, our diary for June, July
and August is looking excitingly full.
No wonder everyone wants to join us...