Strolled over to the
village school summer fair mainly to raid the cake stall; six years ago, and
for the six years previous, our house, garden and barn would by now be filled
with the aftermath of the event: hastily dismantled paraphernalia (gazebos,
coconut shy, paddling pool, hooks and ducks); left over and un-saleable items
(toys, books, sweets, bread and burgers); bedraggled banners, bunting and
signage; and of course ice-cream tubs full of notes, coins and yet more coins
to count, bag and bank – but today the only space put under pressure was the
cake cupboard.
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