21 Jun 2008

Coffee mornings

Summer Solstice.

Grandson no.1 is buzzing back and forth between the Town Hall and the shop today whilst his mother serves teas and coffees to help raise money for - the Leprosy Mission I believe. Not sure how she got roped into that. He keeps running back with goodies he has persuaded her to buy, so I was able to breakfast on homemade date loaf. Very nice.

I got that all wrong - the coffee morning for the lepers was in the Church Hall but there was also a CM in the TH - it's all go! The Red Cross have a special Midsummer Madness sale on next door...... see what I mean!

There's a coffee morning every Saturday in the T H. It gets booked up over a year in advance now for events of one sort or another, mostly fund raising. They are usually well attended by the same clientele getting a relatively cheap tea and cake as their morning treat. Tom is a connoisseur. 'Back in the day' it would have been used for dances but that doesn't happen now. not dances as I remember them in Maldon every Saturday when we girls wore pretty frocks (pre-mini days) and the 'men' wore jackets & drainpipes (oh god!) to waltz, quick step, fox trot - and jive. Mainly jive, twist, rock n' roll.... but always some smoochy slow stuff at the end.

Trade started well with the sale of a local book. Then it ceased! Too many other attractions. Also the weather is really too nice to be wasted in the High Sreet.

A student about to start her degree course in Eng.Lit. came in with her mother (always a good sign.) They carried out a pile of classics and were very flattering about the selection here, especially because they'd been disppointed by the 'classics' available in a big chain bookshop they visited yesterday.

I purred with pleasure and stroked the cash lovingly after they had gone.

2 comments:

stitching and opinions said...

I remember the Ilford Palais - dancing round our hand bags, my first French kiss, yuk.

carol said...

What a shame it was yuk. I have some much more pleasurable memories of walks down to the Prom after the dance -- there were those handy shelters built for the old folk to sit and look out across the Blackwater on chilly days.....