Well, my dears, it’s lovely to be here again. I’m sure that you will remember that I had arranged for a coffee morning to be held in the day lounge. Gordon the new building manager, had previously wangled an invitation to coffee in my flat, but I slightly outmanoeuvred him by inviting Mrs. M to be here at the same time. He was obviously unhappy to see her here, but that wasn’t my problem and it meant that I wasn’t alone when he arrived.
He stated that he had only wanted to come for coffee to be sociable – as in a “getting to know the residents” sort of way. I didn’t buy that comment for one minute and neither did Mrs. M. I then told him that if he wanted to meet people I would arrange a coffee morning for everyone. He didn’t look overjoyed at the idea, but he couldn’t really say anything derogatory.
I arranged for Giselle to bake some of her delicious cakes, buns and biscuits. If you want a good turn-out to any event, folk will usually attend if they know that G has been baking! We also arranged a little raffle – The Roasted Bean provided us with a gift card giving coffee and cake for two people, once a week for a month! That was very popular among the guests. There were also a couple of smaller raffle prizes, just to make it worthwhile. I didn’t charge for the raffle tickets. I handed out a strip of them to every person who came into the lounge, but said that the raffle wasn’t going to be drawn till the end. I’m not daft – in that way we made sure that folk stayed until after Gordon had been introduced and made his little speech.
At the last count there were forty people there – a very good turn-out indeed. A few folk brought friends with them and other people arrived with neighbours from within the building. I had been looking out for Gordon’s arrival and indeed, he appeared about fifteen minutes into the proceedings. I went over to him, and we had a brief chat. I felt better knowing that as he was here he wasn’t causing problems elsewhere.
I made a point of introducing him to as many folk as possible. He obviously recognised some people, but there were a large number of residents he didn’t know. That was fine – I wanted him to be seen by everyone who lives here. He was very charming – smarmy even – and laughed at all of their comments. He was over-acting and to me, that seemed very obvious. The more I see the guy the greater I dislike him.
However, we did the rounds and he muttered platitudes at everyone. The more elderly residents were fawning over him which was unfortunate, particularly as he acted up to it. Yes, it’s necessary to be pleasant to people, but agreeing with everything that was said, whether it was correct or otherwise, seems completely wrong. Perhaps I’m just getting a little older, and I’m not seeing any joy in the situation we have going on here. It’s difficult to find a middle ground where you’re pleasant, yet not obsequious.
Anyway, to cut a long story slightly shorter, our little event passed relatively successfully with Gordon giving a speech saying how much he was going to enjoy being the building manager, and saying that his office door was always open for anyone who needed him. There was just one small incident, which I must tell you about, but that happened elsewhere.
A few days before the coffee morning I arranged to have some miniature cameras secreted around my flat. These are readily available now and aren’t very expensive. I decided that the cameras would be hidden in everyday objects, so they didn’t look obvious. I had one in a little alarm clock on my bedside table, another in the TV remote control unit, which I always place on top of the television so I don’t mislay it. A third was hidden in the cap of a pen placed with several others in a container on top of the unit in the living room. The last one is in the light switch in the hall. All of them work in poor light, and none of them would be noticed by anyone in the flat. A couple of them are voice activated and record anything said within about ten feet of them. As my flat is very small, I feel that these are sufficient. There isn’t one in the bathroom – I decided that would be unnecessary.
I’m sure you know what I’m going to tell you. Yes, I had a visitor during the coffee morning. I mentioned earlier that Gordon arrived about fifteen minutes after it had started. Well, during that time he had been wandering around my flat. Now I don’t know what he was looking for. He made a point of leaving everything exactly as it had been before his visit, and without the cameras I wouldn’t have been aware. I haven’t said anything to Gordon – no, although I do want to know why, and at the moment he could easily say that he thought he heard an alarm in my flat so needed to investigate, or something similar. However, I have sent a copy of the recordings to my contact at the security services. I’m sure Gordon thinks that I have something important, or of use to him, but at this stage I don’t know what it could be.
I have also taken a further precaution of having a new lock fitted – it looks exactly like the previous one, so no-one is aware that it is different, but his key just won’t work. He won’t be able to ask me why it doesn’t work, because he shouldn’t need to go into my flat for anything. Anyway, I’m surely justified in my dislike of Gordon. I’m actually quite annoyed, and I was a little upset about it – especially following the previous assault on my home.
Anyway my dears, I’ve rambled on again, but I thought you’d like to know what happened at the coffee morning. I think it was worth doing, and it was very successful. I have been asked to host another one in a few weeks. I’m not sure about doing it again, as I don’t want to get roped into anything else. I already have the knitting groups which will be starting soon, and that will take up two half-days every week. I really don’t want to get involved with social events at Lavinia Court as well.
I’m going to cook some salmon for my dinner this evening and as time is passing very quickly I better make a move. As Always –
With Love – Jan xx