Frances certainly knows how to attract small people to her table. Bubbles!
I have arranged for her to attend the Parents Evening at the school of which I am proud to be
a governor. Friendly Frances is the Children's Librarian at the local Library where, regular readers may recall, I volunteer during the annual Summer Reading Challenge. I really enjoy bringing people or organisations together for their mutual benefit. Some
even want to be brought together.
The Amazing Amy is in charge of Parents Evening and has introduced a new format this year. Parents gather in the school hall where they can enjoy tea, coffee and a custard
cream biscuit while waiting their turn to see their child's teacher. What an excellent idea, I tell her. I still harbour not so very fond memories of waiting in draughty corridors outside this classroom or that, trying to work out from the rise and fall of
voices coming from within whether the parent before me is running out of steam and will be making room for me any time soon. Amy's idea is so much better.
Besides, while waiting to be called, parents and their
youngsters can try out the bubbie machine on Frances's table and check out just a small sample of the delights awaiting them at the Library. "Can we go to the Library?" I hear one child after another ask their parents. Friendly Frances is doing a Grand Job.
I can't get to the start of Parents Evening because this afternoon our fortnightly Nomination Whist Group meets. Everyone is keen to hear the latest news of Absent Thelma. I wait until everyone is present before explaining
that I have, at last, heard from the Elusive One. Regular readers may well have followed, over recent months, my efforts to make contact with Thelma who had indicated a willingness to join our group. Please don't worry if you don't actually remember anything
about this, despite being a regular reader. I think it's called selective memory and it is, in this case, Totally Excusable.
Members of the Nomination Whist Group are all agog (well, sort of) as I tell them
I have news of Thelma. She rang me last night and explained that, due to a change in circumstances, she will not be able to join us any more. Someone points out that she hasn't actually attended a single session to date so it is not strictly accurate to say
she won't be coming "any more." Thelma has been, it is true, mostly notable for being invisible.
I was worried that Thelma's changed circumstances might be Health Related - but here's the thing. She has met
a fella. Someone whose attraction is far greater than a fortnightly card game. Margaret wants to know where she found him. We all ruminate on whether there are any more fellas where Thelma found hers. Margaret's husband, Ted, and Mr B don't seem unduly troubled
by our interest in the Finding of Fellas. They know us too well.
Avril (who is, you will remember, the Esteemed Chairman of our U3A branch) wants me to go along to the New Members' Meeting on Saturday week
and tell all the newbies a bit about our group. I rather think I need to wow them in a way I clearly failed to wow Thelma. If I am clever, then I will take a lesson from an expert.
I wonder if Frances will
let me borrow her Bubble Machine...?