Despite having said to one or two people today that I consider myself immune from parental-involvement-guilt (being a governor) I did try to make some contribution to today's Christmas fair. That contribution being:
- a small box of board books for a nearly-new book stall
- 23 cinnamon-cranberry and white chocolate muffins (I made 24, but the paper plate supplied by the school was smaller than my own paper plates, so I could only fit 7 on it, which meant there I could only send in 23)
- half an hour personning the loot bag stall (which turned into 50 minutes because no one relieved us)
- £2 actually spent on the loot bag stall, 50p on face painting (butterflies were discounted, although Daughter actually had a rather lovely and ornate butterfly), £1 on some sort of draw, and whatever Husband and Daughter spent while I was on the loot bags
It was all fairly jolly, although extremely crowded (Daughter had a meltdown at not being allowed to stand in a queue which didn't exist for something we couldn't work out). I saw one face from work that I'd not seen at school before, and numerous other familiar school, work, nursery or any-combination-of faces. Bumped into the chair of the board of governors, and her husband who is tres senior at work - latter said hello to Husband, by name, as we went in our separate directions. Husband said 'is that how you get to be senior, by remembering people you have absolutely no reason to remember?' I said it certainlly seemed to help, and could almost hear him mentally recalculating his career prospects (he is truly atrocious at remembering who people are, especially out of context).
I was much taken by the human fruit machine, consisting of teachers doing funny arm/hand movements in response to a bell, and plucking fruit from a box. THE PTA mum was doing the announcements for that. She is a proper larger-than-life looking character, but nonetheless comes across as oddly approachable, at at least from a distance. I'm fairly favourable inclined towards our PTA after they supplied wine at the new-parents evening, though they do seem as scarily organised as PTA as reputed to be (my co-stallholder pointed out the woman who came and reorgaised our bags half-way through our shift as an example). Anyway, I've said a million times and will again - I'll play to my strengths, and full PTA involvement would not do that. I'll bake, I'll man a stall, I don't sell raffle tickets, I don't have ideas, I don't organise people, I will cough up. Job done.
(Disclaimer - I do have ideas, just not fund raising social ideas!)
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