This morning was full of possibilities. Some exciting, some adventurous, some mysterious.
In short, it was the quarterly meeting of Questers, our U3A group which takes
itself off on behind the scenes visits to places of interest near and far. There were around eighty of us crammed into the Village Hall. I thought I had nabbed a seat next to my friends Roland and Shirley but when I returned to what I thought was my place
after paying out 30p for a cup of coffee and a ginger nut biscuit, I discovered that I had inadvertently (and metaphorically) jumped into June's grave. As in, sat in her seat. I apologised profusely, at the same time feeling grateful that Mr B was not with
me on this occasion as he might not have given up his seat without a fight. Which could have been messy.
As it was, I simply moved into the seat on the end of the row in front where I sat next to a fella who
appeared to be wearing two pairs of spectacles, one on his nose and one resting on his forehead. He was very admiring of what he described as my "organisational skills", a verdict based on no more substantial evidence than that I had brought my 2016 desk diary
Our Leader can come over as something of a martinet. But a strangely loveable one. Certainly he rules us with an iron rod. He chunters on about the rules of being a Quester: responding to emails,
attending meetings, participating in visits, organising some of the same. A few people are muttering and groaning (they have heard it all before) but I quite like the deliberateness of it all. After all, we are reminded, there are thirteen people on the waiting
list and if we should fail in responding to our Leader's emails, attending meetings and visits, some of which we may even have organised, then there is always someone to take our place (as I mistakenly took June's. It's easily done, you know.)
My favourite moment in our Leader's presentation was his explanation, accompanied by pictures, of where / how to find the hash key on our telephones. For everyone saying "doesn't everyone know that!?" there was somebody else
saying: "oh, that's what it is!" This is what a good leader does - he / she doesn't assume that everybody is In The Know.
And what a lot we would miss if we disobeyed instructions and found ourselves cast
out of the cosy world of Questers ! Two trips to different local theatres; a visit to the Worthing Mosque (I'm organising that one but the Imam is proving elusive); expeditions to the BBC, the Shoreham Fort, Marlipins Museum, Fishbourne Roman Palace (also
down to toga-loving me) and Gorringes Auctioneers. Plus on the 2016 agenda are some return visits to Places We Have Loved - the Sussex Prairies Garden, Sussex Orchids and Howarths Oboe Factory, the best- kept secret in Worthing.
A visit to a local global engineering company was mooted. "Is that another poo trip?" someone whispered behind me. Well, we have had visits to the Brighton sewers, a waste water treatment works and Biffa of dustbin fame. It wasn't a totally random query.
You see what I mean about possibilities. In the Ladies loo, at the end of the meeting, several members said their heads were swimming with places, dates, times and Other Practicalities.
Before I went home I had to drive to Tesco's because Mr B had specifically requested Lamb Shank in roasted vegetables for dinner today and I knew I wouldn't find this delicacy at the Co-op down the road. "See how much I love you!" I crowed, as I unpacked
my shopping. He knows how much I hate shopping in big supermarkets.
I am just really, really glad that a behind the scenes trip to Tesco's hasn't been included in the Questers List of Infinite Possibilities