The Building AGM
In an unpainted room i didn't know existed, a broken tt table served as the chairmans desk. He was flanked by the secretary, a disgruntled mousey-looking man who used the opportunity to shout at all the neighbours he didn't like. Much like a batty school master, he wagged his finger and raised his voice. He seemed quite ready to throw people out of the class or send them into the corner till they learnt how to behave. On the chairmans right, sat a man who would periodically stand up and shout about how much research he had done into ganiteting/cementing/cable connections/water pipes.
I sat in the back with my brother and watched. this was definately better than reality tv.
7 comments:
nice. shades of 'English,August'.
You attend building AGMS?
WHY?
there was that fair girl and her brother. dunno what they do, but they seem the snooty, too-busy-for-anyone types: never talking to anyone or attending any of the building functions. wonder why they decide to come for the AGM: sitting at the back, talking only to each other, not contributing to any of the discussions. and that girl, her eyes were darting from one member to another like she had never seen people before. she does have a nice smile, shy kind, wonder how we look from her eyes...
you shld write more often ...
U visited my blog once and i have been reading yours ever since. I've read every single thing u've written, and love it.
Wish i'd half as much imagination or skill with words. U're awesome and thats an understatement.
Please write more.
by now, they ought to be done with putting up a whole new building. you're getting as bad as i am... which is scary.
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