I suppose my first experience of having "made it" was many, many, years ago when I voted in as Social Secretary of our local Young Farmer's Club (could it have helped that my parents kept the local hostelry where we all gathered and used for our (drunken) discos?). So, number 1 was achieving the dizzy heights of Social Secretary.
Another many, many years passed. I went to secretarial college, mother wasn't having any of "I want to work with horses" lark, got my first few jobs, doing "temp" work and moved to Lancashire with my then partner.
I got an interview with a local carpet company, and subsequently got the job of Secretary to the Board of Directors - Managing, Export, Financial, Sales and Personnel. I had a couple of other secretaries working for me, but I was Senior Secretary.
With that title came responsibility for the Directors' Dining Room, and their drinks fridge, and ............ the Directors' Toilet!!!!!! Don't let your mind go overboard with this one - I only held (?) the spare key!
So number 2 holding the key to the Directors' loo.
And so I came to France. What accolade could be in store for me here? No, getting divorced was no big deal (if I'd known how easy it was I would have done it sooner). Getting remarried? No. Retiring? That was quite a milestone, especially as I get no pension yet so have to look after OH as he is the breadwinner.
None of the above came close to........................becoming Secretary of our Farm Women's Club!!!!
The photo shows our outgoing Secretary and her husband at one of our FWC lunches........ gotcha!!!!!
