She phoned during the service this morning; apparently, they had been planning to take chicken and chips to sell at the market later today. The chicken was half cooked the chips frozen. And now the cook had let them down, and they couldn’t get to the market, so could we use the food?
Well, no, not really, not half-cooked and almost defrosted.
But it turns out that she was really insistent, and simply wouldn’t take no for an answer. Not even our resident bull-dog could deal with her. And so she turned up as we were all having coffee, bringing with her five large boxes of chicken and chips….
Beloved Other spent most of lunch time trying to find somebody who could use it before it got to the point where it needed to be thrown away, contacting various soup kitchens and such like that we know of.
And even he couldn’t manage it.
So now, we have to bag up and dispose of a LOT of half-cooked chicken and soggy potato.
And store the boxes till they can come and pick them up.
I’m trying to work out what insight I can glean from this, what moment of revelation will emerge as I reflect on it, what new learning I can develop.
At the moment, I am failing.