Working days are here again
Sunday 27 April 2008
One of the
harbingers of spring is Our Chairman exhorting his
followers to Get Stuck In to some much-needed
clubhouse maintenance. Last Saturday was the first of
what are threatened to be many this year, weeding the
garden, refitting the doors, adding new lights, etc.,
etc. One more unusual job was the renovation of an
old brick outhouse, probably a coal store in past
lives, hoarding fuel perhaps ill-gotten from the
supply intended for the motive power of the time.
Over the years it has acquired a false floor two or
three feet deep, composed of assorted rubbish and
vegetation in various states of decay. Much of this
was energetically consigned to the spare land over
the back fence, for the better growth of the weeds
that annually try to swamp us from the rear.
The resultant clearance revealed a cosy nook that any self-respecting monk would seize on as a perfect hermit habitation. The enthusiastic way the Chairman handled spade and fork to gain access suggested he had other ideas; a punishment cell perhaps, for the better correction of members guilty of insubordination or otherwise speaking out of turn.
The resultant clearance revealed a cosy nook that any self-respecting monk would seize on as a perfect hermit habitation. The enthusiastic way the Chairman handled spade and fork to gain access suggested he had other ideas; a punishment cell perhaps, for the better correction of members guilty of insubordination or otherwise speaking out of turn.
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