The members gathered for the Annual General Meeting. Bored faces stared around the room. Scared faces looked down at their phone, by way of avoiding any eye contact which might lead to a role on the Board. Least seen the better. The overzealous Secretary started the meeting. Was this protocol? Who knew, and quite frankly, who cared. Nobody. At a very high decibel the meeting started, time taken, apologies given and minutes read. Boring. The Secretary started on about the

Dribble – drip drip dribble dribble. Everywhere there is dribble. I wake and the beard and pillow are wet with dribble. The top end and the bottom end – dribble. As I get older, no matter how I jump and dance there is dribble. Now I know why Mummy said “change your underwear every day dear”. There’s always dribble. They even make drinking soda ads promoting dribble, that and kayaks on rocks. You buy a hamburger and dribble down your arm. Take-away cups always dribble down