It’s that time of year when the fairs and fetes are coming thick and fast. Personally, I can’t wait for them to all be over so I can stop feeling the relentless pressure to ‘get involved’ and ‘have fun’. (I’m a misterable so-and-so – fun is anathema).
But, hey, I take my Out-And-About-Dad duties seriously, and if my kids find enjoyment with covering their faces with candy floss and throwing up on teacup rides, my job is to facilitate.
And do you know what? It was fantastic. All of it. Highlights were the pirate ship bouncy castle, the oldest decorating cakes, the middle ‘un riding a surf board, the littlest getting a tattoo on his fat belly. I know, I know, all sounds rather tame, but they enjoyed it, me and their mother enjoyed it – especially when we stumbled across a simply awesome blues band letting rip in the sunshine fronted by that famous bluesgrass singer…Bill Oddie. And he was billoddie goodie, too!