I had a very slow start this morning: up at the usual time but I had to have a shower and get dressed to get to my Probus meeting for the 10 o'clock start, and I found myself rushing. We have more than twenty members but there were only 11 there; even the President wasn't in attendance. I wonder sometimes how we can survive into the future but I suppose having a target group of retired men is against us. Probus stands for 'Professional and Business' and that's too small a cohort in a Tasmanian country town to allow for easy recruitment.
The guest speaker was a bloke who, with his wife, volunteers to look after remote lighthouses while the regular keeper is having a break. There are several remote lighthouses around Tasmania and he seems to have worked at most of them at one time or another. I suppose it's not particularly exciting work but when he thought it necessary to put up a list of the exotic weeds he had to deal with at Maatsuyker Island, I wondered when he would get to the interesting part.
Looking out the window, I see that it is clouding over but that's not a problem. Marilyn and I have no plans for heading out today so the weather can do its worst and it won't affect us.
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