returning noticeboards from the show to Mold ( which is a town by the way) and with egg deliveries, today has been somewhat of an anticlimax.
Now, I know I hardly live a life that's roaring away in the fast lane so to speak, but with all of the build up of the Flower Show, the day itself and a visit from old friends on Saturday has meant that things recently have been all a bit frenetic and incredibly "sociable"
Today, things are back to normal.
Well, when I say normal.....I actually mean kind of normal .........(for me)
Yesterday William somehow got hold of a whole load of French apericube cheese squares complete with their foil wrappers ( Chris had organised a Gallic themed meal for our guests)
Today he ( William not Chris btw) has passed what seems like a hundred weight of what can only be described as "glittering stools!" many of which still seem to have a tiny cows head staring out from them...
I had to smile at this slightly surreal turn of events when I brandished my pooper scooper plastic bag in the centre of the village!
Saturday.....I experienced the dizzy excitement of the Flower Show.... today I face the adrenaline rush of gold colour dog sh*t!