You do get some weird stuff through the door. My local bowls club is looking for new members and wants me to give it a go. I get loaned a set of bowls. All I need to do is turn up in flat shoes. But if I'm not a potential player - more a behind the scenes 'doer' - then I can help Kath, their tea lady on a Monday afternoon. No salary, but lots of chat apparently.
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