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I'd have to check if there's a minimum meeting-frequency requirement for work clubs to receive what little official corporate help they receive but there have been various little non-quorate sub-committee discussions in the seven months since the last meeting I went to and possibly one actual meeting, though I can't think when one I missed might have been. The last half of this one was accompanied by light jazz played on a guitar and piano which gradually crept louder and louder until attempted continuation would have been futile, though everything on the smallish agenda had been dealt with by then and we were on to gossip and non-club chat.

I had to straighten my wheel again at lunchtime, though have left everything generally much more tense than it was previously in the hope that this will prevent cobbles, potholes and the extremely shit road surface of Leith Walk along which I ended up going home today (despite having rediscovered how shit it was yesterday lunchtime when steaming along to the film-processing people to dump off the wedding-films, though I remembered to go a different way when steaming back there before they shut in the evening to collect the results) from rattling everything loose. An unidentified rattle which briefly occurred at high speed on the way back turned out to just be the little rubbery thing which keeps the rear mudguard in place flapping against the newly-tensioned spokes. One thing I never seem to get round to doing is sticking something into the under-saddle bag to stop the repair kit rattling and to stop the spare spare emergency spare batteries from rattling against the repair kit case and which I would do now if I only knew where to find an elastic band which wouldn't require attempting to open and rootle through a drawer in a room containing a sleeping baby. Perhaps a job for tomorrow lunchtime.