The day still continues with a rock band. They sound great and everyone is still out there dancing around.
At the last minute I decided to enter one of the village hall competitions called "recycled bag" by presenting a small bag made out of an old pair of pyjamas torn into strips and knotted and knitted!
To my great delight I came third and Yes reader, there were more than three entries! I got a certificate and my prize was the refund of my entry fee. It is true that the fourth bag presented was from one of the organisers and a close neighbour. A gesture of kindness to the newcomer, perhaps.
I'm already planning next year's entry. There were no entries in the "marmalade" class and V and I both realised that together we could have scooped the pool of prizes. The quiches and curd tarts (a delicious yorkshire bakery item) looked good. Floral entries were all impressive, but I'm the sort of flower arranger who plonks them in a vase, adds water and then pulls them into a vaguely symmetrical shape.