Jenny, our vicar, called round for coffee the following morning. We’d agreed to meet, to start putting together a steering committee. Now traditionally everybody holds meetings involving the vicar in the vicarage. The problem with this is that, with the vicarage being as it were, the natural haunt of clergy, that’s where people phone when they want the vicar for something. So if you hold your meeting there, it’s always interrupted by phone calls or even people dropping stuff off. So I’d invited her to drink coffee with my lady wife and me, and have the meeting then.
By way of celebration I broke open a packet of Jaffa Cakes and we got down to business.
I had also invited young Tess Wainwright. I’d been interested in her comments about affordable housing. Tess has what she describes as ‘a part time job with the council.’ I suppose that to a…
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