The Green Man is always a welcoming place and one recent visitor has been particularly reluctant to leave. On Saturday, the centre hosted a children’s party, and as part of the celebration a magician was hired to entertain the guests. It was all going well, with a white rabbit pulled out of a top hat. Then a small white dove magically appeared. The dove soared high up into the roof of the Green Man hall, where it remained, stubbornly ignoring the magician’s calls of “Paul, Paul”.
With his magical powers and patience evidently draining, the magician gave up and told the event supervisor to leave the window open and he would fly home.
The windows were left open, but the next day he still remained high up in the roof looking down on centre users. And there he remains, despite different tactics to bring him out.
Yesterday, several members of the Green Man Management Committee popped in to see Paul, each, like myself convinced that their own approach would coax him down. Each effort seemed to feature calling his name sweetly and whistling. Three members did the chicken song; another left food by the fire exit. My own last attempt as I locked up the centre last night featured silence and outstreched arms mimicking the magicians posture.
As well as the children’s party on Saturday, he joined the congregation at the church service on Sunday and yesterday’s AGE UK lunch club, where he delighted the 20+ members. Alright he has not fully participated, but he is new to the centre. The social whirl would have been more intense if it were not for half term. He would have had bingo last night and the youth clubs tonight and tomorrow.
I’m on my way to the centre now and wonder if he will have eaten the food we left for him? Will he meekly hand himself in or stare down imperiously? Is he aware that this morning’s yoga class is women only?