Yesterday I went back to WI.
In fact I joined.
The phrase I used mostly at the start of the evening was " I know I was missed , I know I was mentioned in the committee meeting "
I forgot my 25 p for tea and cake. ( I don't think this will count against me )
The collective age of the WI is the highest number you can think of and times it by infinity, yet these ladies are rather sprightly folk. The talk was rather illuminating as it was on music therapy bit of a shame that some of the ladies couldn't hear it despite turning up their hearing aids. For a music therapist the lady didn't bring an external speaker to make sure the sound from the laptop was audible for those who can hear when cake is being put out and not the speech from a slide show.
Music Therapy is a beautiful therapy the lady concentrates on working with adoptive children in her work and it is a specialist area hammered by lack of funding.
For now I am the youngest.
They've not cottoned on that I can't sew , not yet,
everyone this is a situation I shall have to remedy rather quickly.
Give it 40 years and I will be the one turning up my hearing aid though I suspect by there any lectures will be delivered by hologram or 3D.