As regular readers will know, I have joined rather a lot of clubs and organisations since I stopped being a Working Gal and joined the ranks of the REAL world (Retired, Energetic And Loving it). However I don’t think
I have yet told you about our Meals and Wheels Club. Are you sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin...
There are only four members of the Meals and Wheels Club.
Four is the Perfect Number in this case. We are two couples who have known each other for getting on for thirty years but when one half of each couple retired, from the same place of work, within eight months of each other – well, it could have been
the end of a beautiful friendship.
Hence we established the Meals and Wheels Club which meets once a month for lunch either at our house or theirs. One couple
provides the meals, the other couple have to use their wheels to travel to the venue for that month’s meeting. Hence Meals and Wheels – get it? We decided early on that we would dispense with the customary niceties – the obligatory bottle
of wine, the flowers, the chocolates. It didn’t seem necessary, given that we were a club. An exclusive one at that.
Today it was our turn to provide
the “Meals” part of the bargain. It was particularly pleasing that the weather was kind to us so that we could eat outside in the back garden. This meant that I did not have to nag Mr B to clear all his mess – sorry, important information
– off the dining room table and off two of the dining room chairs onto which the stuff – beg pardon, important information - has flowed inexorably like a river of .....important information.
The meal turned out just fine. I served up my famous (if only to the family) Madras beef curry with apple and blackberry pie for “afters” using blackberries from our very own garden. The blackberries are thriving,
unlike my poor, blighted, tomatoes. This may be because the blackberries, like Topsy, have “just growed” with no help or hindrance from me and my not-so-green-fingers. After polishing off our meal, we decided to play a game of Nomination
Whist before it was time for the Wheels to depart for home in order to miss the rush hour traffic.
Mr B and I did have an ulterior motive for suggesting the game.
We have volunteered to run a Nomination Whist group for our U3A organisation, starting in September. Mr B (who likes to do things properly) has designed some extremely professional looking score sheets but needed to try them out on some willing guinea pigs.
Who better than the members of the Meals and Wheels Club?
Incidentally this morning we had a phone call from the chap who runs the U3A website asking if we could
explain Nomination Whist in a few short words. I made the mistake of asking Mr B who then went into enormous – and thoroughly confusing – detail about going from eight to seven to six, down to no trumps, and up again. I know how to play the
game and I couldn’t understand a word of it. In the end I came up with a form of words which sounded encouraging to potential players. Mr B said it didn’t tell anyone what to expect – but then that might have been a good thing, don’t
As well as designing the score sheet, Mr B also ordered a card table and two new packs of playing cards. I knew we needed a card table, but I had rather
expected we might look for one in the For Sale column of the local paper or perhaps on e-bay. But no, Mr B (who likes the Best of Everything) blew rather a lot of money on a brand new one. It has been delivered and is sitting in our hall at the moment,
still in all its brown packaged glory. Mr B hasn’t opened it yet. Possibly he is waiting for the right moment, when I am in a good mood and hence likely to say “What a bargain!” rather than “How much!!??” when he reveals it in
all its splendour.
While we didn’t use the new card table for our game with the Meals and Wheels Club, we did use one of the new packs of playing cards.
Mr B won easily, which wasn’t a surprise. I came second. Which was a surprise. The other half of the Meals and Wheels Club clearly enjoyed the game because they said we must bring a blank score sheet to our next meeting so that we can have another game.
That’s the thing about the Meals and Wheels Club. No agenda. No fuss. No rules. No pack drill.
Just fun and friendship, with an afternoon of chat thrown in.