It was scheduled to start at 11 0’clock but by the time everyone had greeted everyone else, paid their subs and found a seat it was nearer 11.30 before the meeting got underway.
The actual proceedings were even more chaotic than usual. We couldn’t hear a word because the folk all around us were having their own conversations in loud whispers and Madame Chairman didn’t have a microphone this year.
At about midday people began to get up and walk around so we assumed the meeting was over and went to find out seats at the table.
The meal itself was excellent – champagne and nibbles – boudin blanc in mushroom sauce – trou Normande (lime sorbet with mirabelle brandy) – stuffed chicken escalope with dauphinoise potatoes and stuffed tomatoes – cheese with salad – and, the piece de resistance: gateaux St Agathe – three wonderfully light concoctions of sponge cake, cream, raspberries and chocolate.
Traditionally it’s the turn of the men to serve the ladies on this occasion but I’m not sure if this stretched to the washing up.
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On a different note, the chicken house was delivered on Thursday and I’ve put in an irder for four ‘poules pondeuses’ to arrive in the Spring.
The greenhouse is due to be delivered in early March.
All we need now is some Spring weather but at the moment there are still vestiges of snow – and the boiler’s gone off – again!