Today the Meals and Wheels Cub reconvened for its first meeting of 2015. We were a merry band.
Regular readers may recall (or may not - the Daily Blog is not necessarily
as memorable as I would like to think it) that there are four members of the Meals and Wheels Club. We have lunch once a month, with each couple playing host in turn. Sometimes we are really, really adventurous, once visiting an exhibition at Petworth House
and another at the Pallant House Gallery. In case you think this makes us Culture Vultures, think again.
It reminds me of the days before the Middle of the Darling Daughters had a family. We used to meet up
reasonably regularly in the school holidays for some quality Mother And Daughter time. Our outings always ostensibly focussed on a visit to an Art Gallery, a Museum exhibition or the like. This was subterfuge. What actually happened was this: my daughter would
meet me at Victoria Station, brandishing the correct number of coins to enable me to visit the "facilities" after which we would have our first cup of coffee and a catch up chat. We would then make our way to wherever we were going when, on arrival, we would
need another cup of coffee and a little more conversation.
A quick canter around the gallery / museum / exhibition would follow before we reached an unspoken, but mutual, decision that it was time for lunch.
Which would be lmost satisfactorily long drawn out, there always being such a lot to talk about. So long drawn out, in fact, that there was never time to do much else other than make for the railway station, where - yes, you are there before me once again
- we could enjoy a last cup of coffee and ensure that we had completely exhausted every avenue of conversation. Until the next phone call at least.
The Meals and Wheels Club is similar in that it is inevitably
the chat which is the most fun. Obviously the food is important, too, which is why it features in the club's name. Today it was our turn to cater so, given the increasingly wild and wintry weather, I resorted to my Time Honoured Favourite - meat pie.
I was a little more challenged than usual because the last time I served up meat pie my Son in Law was clearly disappointed not to be presented with Mr B's roast beef. I fear my meat pie fell short of his expectations,
perhaps because his wife, the Middle of the Darling Daughters, had given it too glowing a review in advance. He wasn't at all sure about "the bread" - that's pastry to you and me.
Members of the Meals
and Wheels Club, thankfully, were not so picky and everything seemed to go down well. As for the conversation...
We started with Christmas and shared our pantomime experiences, theirs at Southsea, ours at
Worthing. Both shows had traded on the success of "Frozen" - though at least one small tot in the audience at Aladdin at Southsea had the initiative to challenge the connection between Frozen and Egypt. The men talked football and we grandmothers talked about
our respective twins - plus the rest of our growing broods.
The lunch conversation started off in scintillating fashion with topics ranging from free speech, the situation in France, religious and cultural
diversity and whether David Cameron should take part in a televised debate. By the time we started on our pudding, however, we had imbibed quite a lot of wine so when the conversation sauntered effortlessly into the forthcoming elections, we became increasingly,
shall we say, random? Having listened (between guffaws) to comedian Al Murray's political manifesto, we declared ourselves converts.
Thanet South as the capital of Britain? Why not? The pound to be
worth £1.10 - why didn't any other politician think of that? Beer and wine to be just 1p a glass (crisps to stay the same price but I can live with that.) Alex Salmond to become president of Norwich so that he would learn what it is like to be ignored
by everybody. The Channel Tunnel to be bricked up (using British bricks of course though Al readily conceded this would need the help of Polish bricklayers...)
By the time we had finished our coffee we were
coming up with ideas of ever more extravagant election promises which Al could make along with plans to manufacture our own flags to be flown from flag posts in our front gardens. Let's face it, the next several months of electioneering by the main parties
are going to be both boring and predictable.
So let's hear it for an Alternative Party. Good on you, Al Murray, for making us laugh. There is just not enough fun in politics and we are determined to change
Long live the Meals and Wheels Club!