I raced as fast as I could to the meeting. AC and JB were in hot pursuit, not far behind me. As I suspected, the A6 to Penrith was closed so we had to take a quick diversion to reach our destination in time.

Once at the meeting we found our seats. I sat next to HJ and her daughter NJ. Both were drinking white wine. The Principal took her place as chair of the meeting at the head of the table. For the third time in a row she failed to get through the agenda. On this occasion she was distracted by a tiny Indian child who was (apparently) the cause of all her woes and deserved a good beating.

This was too painful to watch. I focused instead on picking apart JB’s sculpture made from three glug jugs. Once I had separated the jugs I asked if I could keep them. JB was delighted that I could give them a home.