It's not yet 10 o'clock, I've finished my second cup of coffee for the morning, Jamie has dropped Archie off on his way to work and the rest of the day stretches out in front of me.
Yesterday afternoon Jamie and I were at the Bowls Club checking out a little PA system to use at our Probus meetings. It's a big room and the screen we use is at one end and the only speaker we can see is at the other. Some of the older members (not me, of course) complain that they can't hear the guest even though he has a microphone. The suggested solution is to buy a little portable system and put the speaker right in front of the members who are hard of hearing. Jamie has one that might do the trick and has offered to let us try it out.
So, we turned up at the club to see if it works. There's a group of men and women there having a roll-up (see how cleverly I use the jargon!) and they're just finishing off and coming in to the bar. Our President, Steve, who is a retired Baptist minister and has the gift of the gab starts explaining to the barmaid why we were there and what we are trying to do and where is the switch for the PA system?
"Talk to Lance ," she says, cutting him short, "He's our President." Lance (or it might have been Cliff) listens patiently to Steve and says, "Are you sure you're turning it on properly? Those little circles you can see in the ceiling (there must have been thirty of them) are all auxiliary speakers and will come on if you push this switch, here."
Jamie has a look, pronounces that his little system could never match that and we all went home.
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