‘We’re not quorate,’ said the ruddy-faced farmer. ‘Very well,’ she said. ‘All in favour of reducing the quorum under these exceptional circumstances, and sacking Mr Higgins from the committee, say, “Aye.”’ There was a chorus of ‘Aye’s and one, ‘Well, of all the—’ ‘Motion carried. Thank you for your service, Mr Higgins. Now . . . moving the show?’ Another chorus of ‘Aye’s and one, ‘To the devil with the lot of you.’ The motion was carried and Mr Higgins stalked off.
