‘What?’ Jude whispered back.
‘I’m very concerned about the future of Polly’s. I want to be involved in whatever happens to the place. And if I can’t be on the committee, then I want someone there rooting for me.’
‘Well, I’m not sure that I—’
But she was interrupted by the Commodore asking for nominations for the other vacant positions on the SPCS Action Committee. This was another characteristic rule-bending ploy. If he’d asked for volunteers, he would have ended up with all of the usual suspects who were on every other committee in Fethering. Asking for nominations might wrong-foot some of them and make for a less predictable line-up.
And the first name to be put forward could certainly not have been predicted. Before she had time to stop her, Jude found herself being nominated by Sara Courtney. Painfully aware of the woman’s fragility, she didn’t want to raise objections in such a public forum and so, to her hidden fury, found herself duly elected to the SPCS Action Committee.
FIVE
Other nominations were made and the remaining thirteen places on the SPCS Action Committee were quickly filled. Flora Claire had a surprising amount of support in the room and was duly elected.
So was a thin, dry, almost skeletal man – round the seventy mark – who identified himself as Alec Walters, a retired accountant. Because of his professional qualification, and because so few people in the village could even understand a balance sheet, he found himself in the role of Treasurer on virtually every committee in Fethering. And he duly became Treasurer of the SPCS Action Committee.
The role of Secretary was given to Wendy Roote, a stalwart of SADOS, an amateur dramatic group in a nearby village (known more fully as ‘Smalting Amateur Dramatic and Operatic Society’, and known by local cynics as the ‘Saddoes’). She assured the assembled throng that she’d do everything possible for the cause of SPCS ‘so long as I’m not in rehearsal.’
Wendy who, like Alec Walters, had clearly served her time on several local committees, asked who would be organizing the Agenda for the next meeting. Quintus Braithwaite, caught on the hop because he hadn’t anticipated this question, quickly improvised that any members who wished to put forward items should let the Secretary know about them, and Wendy would ensure that they appeared on the relevant Agenda.
Then a woman who nobody had seen before introduced herself rather breathlessly as Lesley Tarquin. She was dressed in white jeans as tight as tights, and a sort of silver lattice-work top. Her very short hair had actually been dyed white (an unusual thing in Fethering where there was a sufficiency of white hair on display without resorting to chemical enhancement). ‘I’ve only just moved down here from Pimlico. Used to work in PR, so I know all about the “marketing and publicity game”. I’m very interested in how much can be achieved coverage-wise through the social-media platforms like Facebook and Twitter.’ She spoke with such enthusiasm and apparent expertise that someone very quickly proposed her as a committee member and she was duly appointed to the title of Press Officer.
Having got most of his objectives achieved, with Arnold Bloom’s presence on the committee the only minor setback, Commodore Quintus Braithwaite was in expansive mood. He suggested the date of the next meeting to be a fortnight hence – ‘got to move along with these things, mustn’t let the grass grow under our feet. And it’ll be as easy to have it here again, that is’ – he deferred to his wife – ‘if the management has no objections.’
Phoebe Braithwaite, not for the first time in their married life, assured her husband that she had no objections to what he intended to do anyway.
Arnold Bloom, however, had a predictable argument to put forward. ‘Surely it’d be better if our meetings were held on neutral ground? The Fethering Village Committee always meets in the All Saints Church Hall, and that’s a more central venue for—’
‘I’m not so sure.’ Quintus Braithwaite was not going to concede home advantage so easily. ‘I’ve sat on hard seats in too many draughty church halls over the years to want to repeat the experience more than I have to.’
But Arnold had what he thought to be another clinching argument up his sleeve. ‘All Saints Church Hall is also a short walk from the Crown and Anchor, where we frequently adjourn for a noggin after meetings of the Fethering Village Committee.’
He had, however, simply played into his opponent’s hands. ‘Well, that’s not a problem,’ said Quintus bonhomously. ‘Phoebe, you can start pouring the wine straight away.’
His wife dutifully scuttled off into the kitchen.
‘Now obviously,’ the Chair went on, ‘at our next meeting we’ll have a proper Agenda and formal discussions, but I think we’ve achieved a lot tonight, getting our officers and committee in place, and maybe it’s the time to draw this evening’s proceedings to a close—’
He was fingering his gavel, but was preventing from bashing it on the table by an interruption from Flora Claire. ‘I think we should just have a short discussion about what, if we take over Polly’s as a Community Café, we want it to be.’
‘Well, we want it to be a Community Café,’ said the Commodore a little testily.
‘Yes, but what kind of events do we want to take place there?’ Flora persisted.
‘We don’t want events, we want people drinking tea and coffee and eating sticky cakes.’
‘Oh, but there’s so much more we could do with the place.’
‘Like what?’
‘Well, it could become a venue for people to relax in …’
‘Yes, fine. They can relax while they have their tea and coffee and sticky cakes.’
‘No, but I meant it could become a more spiritual place.’
‘What?’ asked Quintus Braithwaite with considerable foreboding.
‘Like a Mindfulness Centre.’
‘A Mindfulness Centre?’ The sceptical tone of his echo was one that Jude had heard often in reaction to her claims to be a healer.
But Flora Claire seemed unaware of it. ‘Yes, everyone’s into Mindfulness these days, and it’d be great to have a resource right here in Fethering for—’
The Commodore had heard enough. ‘I think the basic aim of the SPCS should be to save the café in its existing state – as a café. If there were, later down the line, a majority on the committee who then wanted it to be used as a venue for other activities – and I rather doubt if there would be – then that would clearly be something to discuss at a subsequent committee meeting.’
This had the desired effect of shutting Flora up. But not, Jude felt sure, for ever. Another ongoing conflict to develop during future meetings. Not only the Chair against Arnold Bloom but also the Chair against Flora Claire. Jude wondered gloomily why she hadn’t been quick-footed enough to avoid being elected on to the SPCS Action Committee. And how quickly she could decently get off it. She loathed committees.
Phoebe Braithwaite was already appearing from the kitchen with a tray of wine glasses filled with white and red, and Quintus’s gavel was once again poised to descend when another interruption came, this time from Arnold Bloom.
‘I feel, Mr Chairman,’ he said, deliberately avoiding any shortening of the title, ‘that there is one thing we on the committee should focus on as soon as possible, and that is finance.’
‘No worries there,’ said the Commodore dismissively. ‘We’ve just appointed a Treasurer.’
‘Yes, it was not that level of finance that I was talking about. I have no doubt that Alec will be an excellent Treasurer for the SPCS Action Committee, as he has been an excellent Treasurer for so many other local societies, but the finance I was referring to was on a rather bigger scale.’