Sunday, 5 July 2009
...I will be down on the allotment for that hastily-convened Committee meeting that might be throwing someone off their plot. Maybe there will be cudgels and pitchforks. I'm not going a moment sooner, for fear of being nobbled by the secretary, who can't hold her water at all, and will have poured out a litany of grievances to anyone foolish enough to cross her path before the meeting begins.
I am taking a gingerbread loaf, very dark and black-treacly, and cut into thick slices, in the hope of sweetening the proceedings, but I fear the worst - there will be strong feelings, raised voices, incoherent dissent, ill-natured digression of the sort known as "going all around the houses", and cake isn't going to stop any of it.
I'll let you know.
Posted by rachel at 11:43