It is Tuesday evening. Our friend has just left after a very successful meeting about the games convention we are running in Newport next year. I am throwing together a meal, Mega burgers for Mr M and Fish Toppers for me. Mr M is not over fond of fish while most meats make me itch - we are having chopeed up new potatoes with chopped mushrooms and sliced onion tossed in a little canola oil and lightly fried. We are both hungry so I don't want this to take too long to prepare.
My mind goes over the things we have discussed about the games con. The master plan of the main hall with those trade stands that have already booked marked on it. Looking good! the decision about where to put the people who will be giving talks. Possibly something to do with Dr Who, possibly some other fantasy or sci fi things. We have to confirm the presence of a Dalek, we should have the Ermine Street Guard and possibly some storm troopers AND some Starship troopers. the proofs of the badges and tickets look good and the Name of the Convention is to be Dragondaze. A ripple of pride as I remember how that name was invented 30 years ago, by me, at the very first games con held in this town. I feel immense pride that after 20 years we are again putting on a con and that this time all proceeds after costs will go to a super charity. Barnado's young carers will benefit and will also be at the event.
"What are you grinning at?" asks Mr M, breaking into my thoughts. The moment has passed, the food is ready. I dish it up and as we sit down to eat I begin to tell him what I was thinking about.