When Holly asked us if we would play outside GoFood for her craft fair I thought, that’s nice, early evening, after work, let’s just hope it doesn’t rain! What was I thinking. It is December; the sun sets at quarter to four, and then it gets cold;
and then this week it is unusually cold.
and then this week it is unusually cold.
With an unexpected dearth of the usual suspects, and because Diz and Gig were playing I invited Lola and Maya to play and carted down two more pans for them. This was my second mistake (after agreeing in the first place).
In the end we should probably draw a veil.
The craft fair was a successful event and stall holders (inside in the warm) all sold their wares; teas and pizzas were consumed, and the most amazing mulled wine briefly warmed the cockles.
We were me, Diz, Gig, Vicky, Holly with guest appearances from Mole, Comrade Moochenko and Jermaine.
Charlotte turned up as we were putting away, fresh (if that is the word) from playing with South Steel in Cross Flatts Park. She was inquiring which of us had ad the better fine mess. And Vicky had been down the bus station with Wanda’s Fledglings, still laughing about repeated lines that not everyone played.
Generally this evening is only a laughing matter from a great distance. [Thanks Noel and Ian for staying outside so long, holding phone torches up and being generally supportive. Has to said, we were good.]
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