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respected artist and had been approached by palace courtiers to discuss a commission by William & Kate!
Oh it just gets to be more and more fun.
Tuesday 4 th November
CCL
Spent the morning preparing for the meeting tonight.
Fenella, Patience and I (or the ‘Anti-Meemies’ as Fenella has now named us) have decided that I’ll announce the good news of our anonymous donor. Patience’s father, Mr Umbolo, did in fact agree to fund a child from reception until the age of eleven. Patience wants to play things by ear and get a bit more value out of the Meemies’ nastiness before we strike with our trump card and disclose exactly where the money has come from.
I’m also to request that she has a stall at the Christmas fair - let’s see if they’re as cultured as they make out.
I somehow doubt it, given the vulgar displays I’ve seen adorning walls at various drinks parties - but what a scream when they realise she’s an artist ‘By Royal Appointment’.
PM
Home after a very long meeting, which would have been even longer if Hinge & Bracket hadn’t intervened.
They started by announcing the winner of the Poetry & Prose book cover competition and Fenella and I were delighted to hear that it was Solomon (obviously has his mother’s artistic talents).
There were a few disgruntled mumblings. Think I heard “unfair,” “new boy,” and “fix,” but I was determined not to rise to them.
Our anonymous donor news was received well by Hinge & Bracket. Hinge practically fell off her chair and Bracket looked like she was about to hyperventilate as she wafted herself with her lace hankie.
Shergar and Barbie were deep in conversation and then Shergar stood and spoke.
“I’m sorry but, as treasurer, I don’t feel it’s acceptable for the benefactor to remain incognito. We, as fund raisers, have a right to know where the money’s coming from - especially an amount such as this.”
Hinge put Shergar firmly in her place and told her that we had no rights whatsoever.
“I think it’s wonderful news for CCL and in no way would I want to jeopardise such a generous contribution by insisting the person reveal themselves. We quite simply have to respect their wishes and thank Libby for providing us with such a useful contact. The matter is closed.”
Shergar did a little whinny and flumped back in to her seat. Dress-up Mummy ruffled her tutu and looked as glazed as ever and Barbie played with her extensions.
Mr Rooney looked over at me and winked! Hmm, really quite cute.
Barbie then took to her feet with Christmas fair updates - they don’t seem to be quite as organised as we were last year but we can’t spoon-feed them. Our food stall is all set so that’s all we can concern ourselves with.
When it came to our turn, Fenella and I told them that all was set for the welcoming drinks party on Friday and that the Auction of Promises was looking good for the middle of the month. I also requested the stall for Patience and was initially met with a stony silence from our Christmas fair trio.
Barbie actually managed to string a sentence together and said, “An artist, you say? She’s an artist? Well she’s welcome to a stall but I can’t guarantee it will be popular. We know what we like here at Manor House.”
Fenella and I smiled slyly at one another and said that, yes, we were sure they did know what they liked but it was only fair to give a new mum a chance.
“Well, she can give us fifty quid for the space then - if she can afford that - we’re not having the space run at a loss and she can also give us 20% of all commissions.”
Had to kick Fenella swiftly under the table as I felt sure she was about to blow a gasket and give the game away.
“I’m sure that will be perfectly acceptable to her,” I told Barbie and rapidly brought the meting to a close before Fenella could blab - I
Oh it just gets to be more and more fun.
Tuesday 4 th November
CCL
Spent the morning preparing for the meeting tonight.
Fenella, Patience and I (or the ‘Anti-Meemies’ as Fenella has now named us) have decided that I’ll announce the good news of our anonymous donor. Patience’s father, Mr Umbolo, did in fact agree to fund a child from reception until the age of eleven. Patience wants to play things by ear and get a bit more value out of the Meemies’ nastiness before we strike with our trump card and disclose exactly where the money has come from.
I’m also to request that she has a stall at the Christmas fair - let’s see if they’re as cultured as they make out.
I somehow doubt it, given the vulgar displays I’ve seen adorning walls at various drinks parties - but what a scream when they realise she’s an artist ‘By Royal Appointment’.
PM
Home after a very long meeting, which would have been even longer if Hinge & Bracket hadn’t intervened.
They started by announcing the winner of the Poetry & Prose book cover competition and Fenella and I were delighted to hear that it was Solomon (obviously has his mother’s artistic talents).
There were a few disgruntled mumblings. Think I heard “unfair,” “new boy,” and “fix,” but I was determined not to rise to them.
Our anonymous donor news was received well by Hinge & Bracket. Hinge practically fell off her chair and Bracket looked like she was about to hyperventilate as she wafted herself with her lace hankie.
Shergar and Barbie were deep in conversation and then Shergar stood and spoke.
“I’m sorry but, as treasurer, I don’t feel it’s acceptable for the benefactor to remain incognito. We, as fund raisers, have a right to know where the money’s coming from - especially an amount such as this.”
Hinge put Shergar firmly in her place and told her that we had no rights whatsoever.
“I think it’s wonderful news for CCL and in no way would I want to jeopardise such a generous contribution by insisting the person reveal themselves. We quite simply have to respect their wishes and thank Libby for providing us with such a useful contact. The matter is closed.”
Shergar did a little whinny and flumped back in to her seat. Dress-up Mummy ruffled her tutu and looked as glazed as ever and Barbie played with her extensions.
Mr Rooney looked over at me and winked! Hmm, really quite cute.
Barbie then took to her feet with Christmas fair updates - they don’t seem to be quite as organised as we were last year but we can’t spoon-feed them. Our food stall is all set so that’s all we can concern ourselves with.
When it came to our turn, Fenella and I told them that all was set for the welcoming drinks party on Friday and that the Auction of Promises was looking good for the middle of the month. I also requested the stall for Patience and was initially met with a stony silence from our Christmas fair trio.
Barbie actually managed to string a sentence together and said, “An artist, you say? She’s an artist? Well she’s welcome to a stall but I can’t guarantee it will be popular. We know what we like here at Manor House.”
Fenella and I smiled slyly at one another and said that, yes, we were sure they did know what they liked but it was only fair to give a new mum a chance.
“Well, she can give us fifty quid for the space then - if she can afford that - we’re not having the space run at a loss and she can also give us 20% of all commissions.”
Had to kick Fenella swiftly under the table as I felt sure she was about to blow a gasket and give the game away.
“I’m sure that will be perfectly acceptable to her,” I told Barbie and rapidly brought the meting to a close before Fenella could blab - I
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