362. Last meeting

Everything is quiet on the R21 front. One member of the family is at work. One is in the countryside. Two are in bed.

The mother (me) seems to be the only hyperactive one. I guess sitting in a classroom listening to some nonsensical blabbering about everything and anything for two hours has not helped. I cannot understand why everyone else can do it and I can't. But then if I observe the assembly around me I can see that no-one is listening, everybody is chatting and Mr Boss has to increase the level of his microphone to cover the constant buzz. Many people are on their phones doing various things, a few are dozing, some are staring out of the window daydreaming of distant horizons. I am the only to fidget and bug my neighbours.

I could get up and go for a coffee and a cake. But the cakes are horrible tiny brioches and some stick things, sickly sweet with no consistency. They don't look like anything I've ever seen in this country. 

The truth is this meeting is about nothing. And I guess people are just happy to see each other. Which makes me smile stupidly. Here I am beaming at the people assembled all around me.