There was a cabinet meeting on Monday evening and I couldn’t get there. When
I tried to get out of my front door I was confronted by a marauding mob of
pensioners waving papers and shouting at the top of their voices. I was forced
to retreat inside, barricade the door and reconcile myself to a Closed Session
for the entire evening. I called the police and my neighbours for help but the
cops weren’t interested, in fact they cracked jokes with my tormentors and none
of my neighbours had seen anything like what I did.
Stop, stop, stop. This Baconesque hallucination will get me into big trouble; I’ll ’fess up. I misread the Calendar of meetings and I am very sorry. I shall try to make sure it doesn’t happen again.
To try to make up for my failure I have contacted representatives of the parties most active in the borough for their comment. Two out of three have replied and their reports are as follows…
Nothing but platitudes spouted re: the budget!
What a waste of time!
Exclamation marks appear to have come back into fashion. The only message of the evening was, I understand, that the cabinet will recommend freezing council tax for the fourth year in a row. Freezing the level at about the ninth highest in London.
Note: The missing third contribution was, when it arrived, “Shut Up While the Leader is Speaking!” I told you exclamation marks were in!