My presents was required at the Trustees meeting last night. I got informed that I would be taking the minutes as the Company Secretary had flu.

Amazing isn’t it? This meeting was postponed last week because the Financial Controller was off for four days with a virus and he hadn’t completed the accounts. I know we’ve grown as a company but I use to manage to produce the accounts on time as well as my other jobs. That is all Mr FC has to do and he’s got an assistant. In fact, and it has been noted higher up, that there is a bit of a pattern emerging whenever accounts information is required for the Trustees meeting. They get it eventually – but just lately, rarely at the meeting.

So Mr Company Secretary was away with the flu. Me, I’ve just got a cold and I’m still here. I wonder if I can get an upgrade? It’s a sod having a conscience; there must be a way of losing it occasionally, it's just that I haven’t found out how to give it the slip yet.

Digressing again, another of my Ronnie Corbett moments. I was called into the General Managers office where the Chairman informed me of my role for the evening. No, I wasn’t asked, I was told. It must be in my Job Description, he said – how the fuck would he know? This from the prat that can’t even get my job title right and keeps calling me the Administrator.

He was coldly informed that it wasn’t in my Job Description and just as much to the point - it wouldn't be appearing in my Job Description and surprisingly enough, that I did have commitments already. Well I did, who else would be cooking dinner? The General Manager stepped in and smoothed feathers – appealing to my better side. I didn’t known I had one. They couldn’t postpone the meeting again, would I help out?

It wasn’t so much that I would now be working till turned 8 p.m., it was the way it was assumed that I would automatically do it, as if I had no choice in the matter. Is it no longer good manners to be asked? So I ended up going home at 4.30 p.m. and preparing dinner for everyone else and then returned to work, the hero of the moment. Yeah, right. Tea lady more like – could I get everyone a drink before they started? A bite your tongue moment.

So although I’ve got more than enough work to keep me going – I now have the minutes to type up and distribute as well.

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Still no snow. It was frosty through, Jack Frost must have been on overtime last night painting ferns. Found this on top of Himself's car.