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Feb. 26th, 2010 09:41 pm
A day of buffets.
At work this afternoon Sandra held her retirement get-together in the training suite, and laid on a handsome spread of grub for us. Demelza and Jane found my penchant for nuts most amusing. Val, seeing the generous wodge of Stilton I'd carved myself, said "You like Stilton, then? Me too." Bev, Mel and I all stuck around for over an hour before wending our way back to our desks, realising that Sandra wasn't going to cut the massive cake this afternoon - Demelza waited on in eternal optimism for a bit longer...
Then this evening me ma and I were back on the civic circuit for one night, standing in for the otherwise-engaged present Mayor at the War Memorial Hospital League of Friends' annual fund-raising cheese and wine. The buffet included, naturally, plenty of lovely cheese, plus some tasty chicken yakitori sticks and plenty of olives, nuts and mini gherkins and even some red grapes, so got a big thumbs up from me. Met a lady who'd been the last Mayoress of Lowestoft, in the year before their borough council was abolished and merged into Waveney District in the seventies; spotting my mother's Past Mayor badge, she mused that their mayors had never got one on leaving office. We were invited to draw the raffle; the first ticket me ma pulled out was one of her own. When the laughter had died down she said "Put it back" but the lady organiser wouldn't hear of it and insisted that she pick out a prize. When I announced the third-last winning ticket, Alec, a family friend, who still hadn't won anything, called out "Do you want a Christmas cake this year?" (he makes our Christmas cakes); funnily enough, the very next ticket drawn was one of his. He later asked us if we wanted to swap our vodka for his picture frame. I spent the last minutes talking to Jane, a councillor's wife, who asked if I get to use my near-fluent French much today; from there we got onto holidays. After my planned trip to Scotland in July got us onto the beauty of the Scottish mountains and Jane's and my shared Scots ancestry, she said she and her husband were going to Portugal in eight days' time, so here's hoping the nasty weather has finished with Portugal by then...
At work this afternoon Sandra held her retirement get-together in the training suite, and laid on a handsome spread of grub for us. Demelza and Jane found my penchant for nuts most amusing. Val, seeing the generous wodge of Stilton I'd carved myself, said "You like Stilton, then? Me too." Bev, Mel and I all stuck around for over an hour before wending our way back to our desks, realising that Sandra wasn't going to cut the massive cake this afternoon - Demelza waited on in eternal optimism for a bit longer...
Then this evening me ma and I were back on the civic circuit for one night, standing in for the otherwise-engaged present Mayor at the War Memorial Hospital League of Friends' annual fund-raising cheese and wine. The buffet included, naturally, plenty of lovely cheese, plus some tasty chicken yakitori sticks and plenty of olives, nuts and mini gherkins and even some red grapes, so got a big thumbs up from me. Met a lady who'd been the last Mayoress of Lowestoft, in the year before their borough council was abolished and merged into Waveney District in the seventies; spotting my mother's Past Mayor badge, she mused that their mayors had never got one on leaving office. We were invited to draw the raffle; the first ticket me ma pulled out was one of her own. When the laughter had died down she said "Put it back" but the lady organiser wouldn't hear of it and insisted that she pick out a prize. When I announced the third-last winning ticket, Alec, a family friend, who still hadn't won anything, called out "Do you want a Christmas cake this year?" (he makes our Christmas cakes); funnily enough, the very next ticket drawn was one of his. He later asked us if we wanted to swap our vodka for his picture frame. I spent the last minutes talking to Jane, a councillor's wife, who asked if I get to use my near-fluent French much today; from there we got onto holidays. After my planned trip to Scotland in July got us onto the beauty of the Scottish mountains and Jane's and my shared Scots ancestry, she said she and her husband were going to Portugal in eight days' time, so here's hoping the nasty weather has finished with Portugal by then...
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