We went to a talk at our craft club last night, advertised as being on woodcarving. After half an hour spent watching abysmal slides (both in quality and content - and NOTHING to do with woodcarving!) dd#2, Jane, started yawning and hissed "BORING!!!" at me - so I said "Hang on a minute - I`ll have a coughing fit!" I only felt guilty about the nice man who rushed after me with a glass of water. Jane said "She`s had a funny throat all day - I`d best take her home!"
Jane`s bottom was hurting, too (She fell downstairs a couple of weeks ago and bruised her coccyx badly!) as those chairs are always uncomfortable even to a normally fit backside !!! If the "talk" had been at all interesting, the chairs wouldn`t have been so uncomfortable, if you know what I mean.
We wanted to see the woodcarving (which looked great from what we could see) but we just couldn`t stomach all the irrelevant rubbish leading up to it!!! Who the hell CARED what he was doing in school or college, or his opinions on Constable, Hogarth etc., all delivered in a very hestitant, expressionless monotone? Totally irrelevant to the woodcarving we`d actually gone to see!
John was in stitches when we got back and told him about it. I just hope no-one saw us giggling all the way back to the car.
At least it was nice and cool in there! Both our noses have grown somewhat longer though. I`ve had emails from other club members asking if I`m OK - and remarking that they didn`t much enjoy last night`s talk - and I`ve told them exactly what happened. Bet most of them wish they`d have thought of it.
Pat P