I turn up late for this morning's U3A Convenors Meeting.
I emailed the new Convenor of Convenors in advance to explain that Mr B and I were both having our hair cut first
thing in the morning but I would get there as soon as I could. "Looking forward to seeing the glam look!" she responded. Oh dear, oh dear, I don't do "glam". I will be sure to disappoint.
This is not the fault
of the lovely friend who cuts and styles my hair. She does a sterling job on me and on Mr B for that matter. It's just that some of us are born glamorous and others are not. I'm not too worried, generally speaking, in that glamour almost certainly means high
maintenance and I've never really had time in my busy life for more than the basics. Anyway, Mr B seems to like me as I am. Though whether he would actually notice if I introduced a touch of glamour, I'm not prepared to wager.
In the end I am an hour late arriving at the Village Hall. Because of the way the hall is set out, I can't just slip into a seat at the back but have to walk through the whole assembled crowd of Convenors until I reach the safety of the back row where
I am delighted to find my friends Delia and Jim. Had I been able to choose any seat in the whole hall - which, being a late-comer, I obviously couldn't expect - then I would have chosen to sit next to Delia.
I missed much? I whisper. Delia says not. I have, however, arrived in time for the most important discussion of the morning which is a proposal to replace the annual Enrolment Day with an Open Day. This will give us all a chance to demonstrate what the groups
we organise have to offer. The Singing for Pleasure Choir can sing and, hopefully, give pleasure while they are about it. The Knit and Natter Group can knit. And natter. The orchestra can play. The Questers can talk about all the "behind the scenes" visits
we have enjoyed.
I give some thought to the groups I belong to. What will the Birdy Group do, I wonder? What a pity I left behind with the (Not So Little) Welsh Boys the six bird songs from our Christmas crackers.
We could have had a sound-and-picture quiz. As for the Nomination Whist Group which Mr B and I convene, well, we can just sit round a table and have a game. What fun!
Some convenors are concerned about how
people will enrol if there is no Enrolment Day. The answer seems to be that this will all be down to our Esteemed Membership Secretary who happens to be on holiday so can't stick up for himself. Several people are worried about waiting lists. The situation
is not as worrying as that of the NHS, but it's enough to cause concern and, in the case of one convenor, consternation. More than thirty people wanted to join her group and she could only take six. Now that's what I call over-subscribed. I'm glad I'm not
that popular. I don't recognise her, only being able to see the back of her head, so I am not sure which group she runs. She looks quite glam. As far as I can tell from the back of her head.
are not sure about the proposed change of venue to a community hall the other side of town. There is much chatter going on about car parking, bus routes and how often the Number 16 runs. Once an hour, seems to be the general consensus of opinion.
At this point the previous Convenor of Convenors, who has handed over to the new Convenor of Convenors (please try and keep up, won't you?) but still seems to be assuming charge beckons to Barbara, who is in charge of
refreshments, to take up her place in the kitchen. This is the best news I have had since I made my late entry, I tell Delia. I was so sure I would have missed out on account of my lateness.
I nearly miss
out anyway because on my way to collect a cup of coffee I am waylaid by one person after another. Diana wants to know how Mr. B is faring. Myra wants me to re-arrange my diary so that I can attend the Convenors' Lunch. Avril wants to ask if we are free for
a garden party at her house on a weekend in June. By the time I make it into the kitchen, there's no sign of coffee. There is however a tap which dispenses boiling water, tea and coffee for the preparation of. With the help of a fellow Convenor who has, like
me, left it a bit late, we work out how to fill our cups. It's all quite thrillingly dangerous.
Jim and Delia have to leave just before twelve to catch their bus but we quickly check arrangements for our "Curry
and Cribbage" afternoon at theirs. Jim has invested in some Cobra beer for Mr B and himself. Delia has requested a special showing of our DVD of "Joseph" starring Team Baldwin and, proud grandparents that we are, we are only too pleased to oblige.
So we will convene again on Tuesday, sometime between 12 and 12.30 p.m. for an afternoon of fun and friendship, just the four of us and a cribbage board.
No, I promise
I won't be late.