The word-processing* is on the wall, surely?

There are ten official members on the Residents' Association committee. Three of us turned up for the 7.15pm start last night - one shy of a quorum.

So, realising that it would be borderline insulting to the other two to have said, with obviously artfully concealed glee, 'right, inquorate, I'm off!' on the dot of 19:15:00 Zulu, I stayed to talk a little while about Association business in general. Nonetheless, I was thinking that my evening could've been spent so much more profitably (like, say, eating: I don't have time to eat before the meeting, and usually, by the time I get home (c9.30ish) I don't feel like so doing).

You can imagine my joy, then, when at 8pm, our magical fourth, quorum-constituting member turned up. And so it was that we ended up going through the agenda until 9.30. Joy. I do wonder if I was able to mask my growing cynicism, but as per yesterday's post, if even the committee members can't make the effort to attend a meeting once a month, and if there's already a representative body that sits between us and the Council proper, I can't help but wonder if there is any real point in maintaining our own Association.

* who still writes by hand these days? Just getting my idioms down with the 21st century...