This is how it looks to me a month after the event, and with further information.

After going to some keyboard/organ clubs with Carl, my son, two of which were held in the common rooms of AP Schemes, I had the idea of starting a musical evening to be held in our hall on Mondays.

It was to be a private get together of people with similar tastes, and would be by invitation only. It was not to be done within the social club, as I was not a member, and did not want my ideas diluted.

I did a leaflet couched in Victorian terms, as my intent was to bring the Victorian musical evening into the 21^st century.

On Monday 14^th June 2004, I sounded out a few people and got a very favourable response.

Eileen, the warden, was delivering the refuse sacks, and I caught her outside my flat. I spoke to her about the idea, and she was enthusiastic, until she came to the last sentence of the leaflet which said that smokers could use the entrance hall, or the gardens. She blew into a rage, and said that I had no right to exclude smokers from the hall. I pointed out that it was my private evening. It was as though I was having my birthday party there, and I could have what rules I deemed suitable. She was still angry, (I was well taken aback!), and I said that I would get back to her on it.

I walked over and spoke to Joan, who 'runs' the social club, outside her flat. Lil, Eileen's mother, was sitting with her. Their response was completely negative. "Who on earth would want to go to such a thing!" was their reply. Joan then tried to do a 'take over', as she is known to do. I insisted that it was my private evening. She then went on, and on, about security, and that she was responsible as she had the keys. She was still trying to take over. She used a bit of colourful language, as she is known to. I replied in like manner, imitating her 'bullying' stance. She did not seem to mind. I said again that I had come to them just to see if they wished to come to the musical evening, and they said that it was not their kind of thing.

I moved on. When I left them, I had no impression that Joan was angry, or in any was put out, and I had not left Eileen angry.

So far so good? (Some days later I learnt that Joan had resigned from running the social club that Monday evening. She withdrew her resignation after the Tuesday morning altercation!)

 Tuesday morning 15^th June, I go to get my 'Radio Times'. Eileen is in conversation with Joan in the gardens. I say, "Good morning, ladies!" Getting no reply, I walk round to the front of them, and say, "Good morning, ladies!" again. Eileen stands up and says that she is not going to talk to me again. I have no idea what is going on and make a remark about Margaret, a friend, and Joan. Joan says that I am mad, and Eileen agrees with her. Completely confused, I walk away. Eileen does not come to see me that day, so I put a note through her door.

A week later, I recorded a conversation with Eileen in which she says, " ….. and you were the cause of the problem why I was speaking to Joan ….." She followed this with, "…… if you had given me five minutes, then I would have come and saw you….."

This confirmed that I was under discussion by Eileen and Joan concerning an alleged problem that I had caused. (Was it what had happened the previous evening?)

Therefore, it seems that Eileen was not keen on me having a musical evening if I was not going to allow smoking in the hall. Joan did not like me responding to her in the manner in which she spoke to me. She then resigned from running the club. This alarmed Eileen. On that Tuesday morning as I walked out they were discussing me. Eileen had to demonstrate her allegiance to Joan, so she 'bawled me out' in Joan's presence.

For some reason, Eileen did not come to see me after the Tuesday morning altercation. That is still a mystery to me. If she had come to see me, most likely all would have been sorted out.

This all caused me serious trauma. I had extreme 'throbbing' in my carotid arteries, and went to the doctor. I have to go to hospital for tests.

I then phoned Eileen's manager. She came to see me five days later! She then sent me a letter that was risible! This caused me to send a full set of notes to the CEO, together with a CD of the meeting. He passed it to the Housing Manager for action. It was then passed it to a junior manager, as he was on holiday. Six weeks after the event, I am still waiting for a decision.

I think that is a classical case of the 'Peter Principle' in action!

You will all have a good giggle when you see the full story. Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! With a bit of luck, I will still be alive!