Here’s where I’m reminded I’m not from round here: an invitation arrives to a Community Council training course in their Secret Bunker (it really is called that*). The training is in the evening from 6:30 to 9 pm. The assumption is that I will arrive already fed and watered because all normal people eat their tea at 6 pm. Whereas we are still enough of effete southerners to consider 7:30 the absolute earliest possible time to even consider eating our supper. Who knows if I’ll be able to concentrate on matters of winter resilience over the sound of my rumbling stomach… I just hope they’ve laid in plenty of biscuits, that’s all.
*Oh all right, maybe it isn’t actually a secret bunker.