And with that the Headmaster leaves the basement dining room.
I'm there because it's coffee-morning-with-second-hand-uniform-sale morning, which I run with the other Ruth. At almost nine o'clock, the parents have gone.
There is still a fair amount of uniform piled up on one of the dining tables, mostly larger-sized jumpers. Blazers and PE kit have sold well.
I begin putting uniform back in to the storage boxes. The other Ruth counts the money. We return cups, saucers and a tray of biscuits to the kitchen. Chef is making meat balls for lunch. The Boy Child will be delighted.
We lug the boxes back up the stairs and leave them outside the Head's office. We can't put them away because his previously mentioned meeting is under way. The other Ruth hands the money over to the Bursar and cheerfully announces that we made a little over £150.
Not bad for a little over an hour's work.
Not bad at all.
09.10 hours, Tuesday, 17 September, 2013
Alexa, of Trimming the Sails, invites people to share a moment with her around this date of each month. Nothing fancy, just a few well chosen words, or a photo, or a scrapbook page.
What's your moment?