Well Spring Bank Holiday weekend can only mean one thing in the Southford Social Calendar - the country fayre. Mother and I spent all day yesterday preparing for it, Mother making her 'special' orange marmalade and baking her high fibre health loaf. I stuck to my area of expertise, my award winning rock cakes. Anyway, with Father being very much out of action and being unable to drive Mother decided to take the executive decision of driving the Mondeo; unfortunately she collided with a parked car and once she'd sorted out the insurance details she telephoned her friend Mrs Bennett who offered us all a lift in her aged Ford Escort estate.
We arrived fifteen minutes late so didn't have much time to set up our displays. Mother's arch enemy Mrs Greengrass was stalking around the tent, she's hated by Mother because she once stood in for the judge on the bread competition and cut Mother's loaf at a 45% angle causing it to descend into a pile of crumbs. Luckily, it transpired that she wasn't on the judging panel this year and Mother's former fiance Mr Davis was instead so guess who ended up walking off with first prize?
Mother disappeared into the refreshment tent for a good hour whilst I minded the tombola stall. Very few people won prizes and seemed rather miffed as a result. At 3pm Mrs Bennett approached me and said that she was ready to go if Mother was. We ventured into the refreshment tent and found Mother rather worse for wear on Mr Davis's pear and parsnip wine remenisicing about the old days.
After we'd hauled Mother into the backseat the journey home was fairly uneventful. Mr A had left two messages on my mobile answerphone so I called him back. He seemed rather distant but asked me to lunch on Tuesday as 'we've things to discuss'. I wonder if he's worried about his promotion board?
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