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Date: 21 August 2004 21:05:49
I have tasted so many different types of garlic that this evening it is probably a good job that I live alone. Well, alone apart from the Smudgelets who have tasted even more than I have. Mmm. I drew the line at garlic icecream, though, tempted though I was to have just a taste. Well, I am on a diet after all... and when they had Minghella's Rum-soaked raising icecream on the next stall it was simply no contest. (Yes, I know I'm teetotal but rum and raisin icecream is one exception).
The festival was, as always, fantastic. It's one of the highlights of the year and an afternoon there simply wasn't long enough. Actually, it probably was long enough, seeing as I couldn't resist spending yet more of my hard-earned dosh. But it was on essentials. I mean, we can't live without garlic honey; apricot, ginger and garlic chutney; horseradish and ginger mustard; two types of garlic bread; a musical card game; two aprons of differennt sizes for when the Smudgelets are cooking with garlic; a new coat for Dad; a couple of Christmas presents; two bag bags; and some bit-free bath bombs. I didn't buy any fudge.
The arena shows were so good, we hardly moved away to look at the stalls. Motorbike stunts which made me look away and close my eyes; two rather amusing clowns; the RSPCA rescue dogs agility course; and most exciting of all, the Royal Engineers freefall parachute team. One even managed to land in the arena - one amongst the spectators, and two somewhere off amongst the stalls! Dead exciting, especially as they exited the plane so high above us that we could barely see the plane and all we could see of the four skydivers was the trail of smoke from a flare attached to their legs. Ooooooooooooooooh!
Dad enjoyed his afternoon out too, although the walk from the car park was a bit of an ordeal. To his delight there was a stall of information for the elderly about pension credit and community transport and the like, so we were able to get up to date with what's on offer. Even more to his delight, there was a widow of similar age running one of the stalls and the two of them were chatting and flirting away for ages.
Anyone for garlic bread?
I'm now shattered. Tiddles decided to massage my back before he went to bed, bless him. Well, I was grateful to start with. But then he and his brother decided they could have far far more fun seeing if they could write their names on my back and watching the letters appear in bright red wheals. Bless 'em indeed.