It was a marathon meeting last night – two and a half hours of my life that I will never see again. I swear I could feel my body systems closing down one by one…
This morning I couldn’t actually muster the enthusiasm to get up until Julia suggested that a bacon cob from Gregg’s might be in order. There’s something about a bacon sandwich, whatever the type of bread, that always engages my enthusiasm, despite bacon being so perfectly adapted for getting in the gaps between my teeth.
Gregg’s are quite a charitable organisation, supporting breakfast clubs for schools and giving small grants to local community groups. I like that in an organisation. Although people can do what they like with their money (including keeping it all for themselves) I always think it’s nice to see it spread round in the community.
I’m starting to feel like a session wrestling with grant applications may be in order. It generally ends in nothing but disappointment (so many worthy causes, so little cash!) but if you don’t ask, you don’t get.
Funny where a bacon cob can take you – from apathy to grant applications in this case. maybe I should make it a regular part of my management technique. If someone can write Leadership Secrets of Attila the Hun how long can it be before Management Lessons from a Bacon Roll hits the shelves. If there’s anyone who could do it, it’s probably this man.
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Dare I ask who chairs these meetings? Nothing like a bacon butty, whatever the situation
The meeting yesterday was chaired by the farmer. The last, much quicker and snappier one, was chaired by me. He tends to chair ones where he has questions to avoid or things to force through. Quercus Community CIC has had two meetings in the five years it has existed. The Ecocentre, where we rent space and are paid to deliver education and admin, has at least one a week. Guess which runs more smoothly?
No contest, I’m sure
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