Saturday morning and I’m approaching the end of my second night shift.
It’s been a busy enough night for the thirty something support worker to be tired.
I look like a slapped arse
No sleep for me until late morning as I’m helping out Debbie ( my flower show judge) to mark the “apple” classes (?)
There is a cold nip in the air and the skies all week, have have feature that weak watery blue of winter.
Horsewomen walking down Trelawnyd high street this week
How do you judge an apple? Do you get to taste them, or is it just size/appearance? Anyway, I hope your judging is over quickly and you can get into a nice warm bed and sleep. xx
ReplyDeleteThere are some words in the ad about the apple festival that I will have to google, but the idea is as wonderful as all the other celebrations you all invent for yourselves in this wonderful little place where you live.
ReplyDeleteYour village keeps their traditions alive, my Somerset village has lost so many of their shows. It's always down to the same few people doing so much of the work.
ReplyDeleteHave you got red handprints on your face you naughty boy?
ReplyDeleteThe photo and the view!
ReplyDeleteIts almost 5 in the morning here and I have been awake all night with bladder problem again. I like your term slapped arse, that is how I feel and look. Going to go back to bed and try again. Gigi
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