The pilgrimage

Today was spent on a road, well more road and rail, trip across town to our parent club. It took exactly five minutes to get the answers that were needed. Now all that has to be done is to finish the quilt by April. The rest of the time was strange...

Firstly one was on kitchen duties as one was filling in for our guide, who was too sick to attend. It's an interesting way to meet everyone and they are a much younger group than we are. They are also a much more competitive group judging by what transpired later on, but we will get back to that. To be honest one was left unsure what we were doing on kitchen duties.

There was no kitchen and why these women couldn't put their own hot water in their cups is a complete mystery. It's probably a hangover from when they were at another venue that had a kitchen. To be honest one suspects we were there to guard the biscuits. In which case, we failed. The other travel companion (who was also on kitchen duty) ate more of them than most of the other women did.

After that was done we took our seats to sit through one of those long arsed meetings that clubs are so fond of. It was their post show meeting and thanks and gifts were handed out. And then it got a little strange...

The president finished off with a "you're all a pack of mean bitches" speech. Apparently some were miffed she picked up so many awards and it got back to her.

It was slightly surreal sitting through such airing of dirty laundry, not to mention somewhat unseemly. Mind you it did make one grateful for our little club and our very hard working president. So much so that next time one might thank her. Or at least stop threatening to remove the clacker from her damn bell, which she insists on ringing right near our table when she wants to have the floor...

Sighs yes gentle readers we are the naughty, noisy table :)