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Coffee, Jaffa Cakes and Showing Our Faces

It's the Bowls Club's Coffee Morning and about forty of us have turned up for a cuppa and a Jaffa cake.


These Coffee Mornings are a good way of staying in touch with each other when the Bowls season is over and we have the clubhouse we can use, so there's no paying for hall hire. The Hon Sec, when we were stuffing envelopes at her place yesterday, confessed that she was rather concerned that we would be a bit cramped for space as the locker rooms are being decorated and equipment has been relocated for the duration into the main hall. In the event, it was just fine though I did laugh to see that the shelf which is used for raffle prizes was taken up with decorating materials. Not your usual raffle, then.


Mr B and I circle the room in different directions, trying to make sure we speak to everyone - though Mr B says there are quite a few people he doesn't recognise. Everyone I speak to asks after Mr B so I spend my time pointing him out across the room. A lot of waving goes on.


Captain, Our Captain rings the club bell to bring us all to order. He points out that he still needs some names on the latest match sheets and tells us to make sure to sign up for the Carols Evening. This is yet another sign that Christmas is creeping up on us. Then it is the Ladies' Captain's turn and she tells us that her next Coffee Morning is going to be a Coffee Morning with a Difference, as it will include a handbag sale. Captain, Our Captain - unable to resist a quick crack - says it will be an "Old Bags Coffee Morning." I am not sure this goes down too well but we laugh dutifully, on the basis that he is, after all, the Captain.


The Hon Sec is doing a great job handing out the envelopes we stuffed yesterday. Inside, all the information about the forthcoming AGM together with an all-important voting slip. I don't get a voting slip, even though I am the Assistant Secretary, because I am not a full playing (or paying) member. Mr B does get a voting slip and will be sure to use his vote wisely. Well, possibly so.


One of the Refreshment a Team arrives to relieve me of my empty cup but Mr B steps in to ask, cheekily, if we might both have an extra cuppa. This is what I love about Mr B - he is never afraid to ask. We get our extra cuppas. We also sign up for the Carols Evening, even though, we tell the organiser, we can't tell what our movements will be in the run-up to Christmas. Why not? she wants to know. "The Twins! The Twins!" we say in explanation.


I chat to my friend Jane, trying to shape my mouth properly so that she can read my lips as she is very deaf. She says she doesn't know why she comes to these events as they are so very difficult for her. I remind her that, if she didn't come, I would never see her - and the smile on her face makes me feel it was worthwhile us coming too. Not to forget the two cups of coffee and the Jaffa cake.


Mr B and I finish circling and end up sitting next to each other. Mr B asks if we can go now as he wants to get to Tesco's. I consider that we have done what we set out to do, which is to show our faces - so we give a general wave and make for the door.


It's a strange expression, isn't it - to show your face. It's as if you enter a room and announce yourself: "Here's my face! Good to see you. Oh, and yes, the rest of my body has come along too..."

We go to Tesco's to show our faces there. Later, much later - like in the evening - I will be showing my face at a Conference put on by the Local Strategic Partnership. Jo, who is one of the organisers, promises that the food on offer will be Something Completely Different, as in, no egg sandwiches or sausage rolls. I feel unable to tell her that egg sandwiches and sausage rolls are among my favourite buffet selections. I think it probably says something about me which is not entirely positive.


The theme of the Conference is about staying connected.


Also known as Showing Your Face.

 

 

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26.10 | 14:21

Mmm, was it because there were '24 men kicking a ball' that it didn't end entirely satisfactorily???

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15.10 | 11:13

I don't remember seeing this first time round.... but thank you for sharing with me. You write beautifully, and brought a tear to my eyes. Lots of love xx

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10.10 | 21:37

Jaqui I think your grandchildren are very lucky. You have spurred me on to write a letter to Amelia who like Hazel is away from home for the first time. 💕

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03.07 | 22:43

Wouldn't have missed it for the world. xx

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