It's been ages since I went to one of these dos. I'd forgotten how nice it is to be in that atmosphere of good will.
There was a guy in the school-yard teaching children to drum. Fabi spent the entire day (when he wasn't eating) out there in the circle, banging away. Christa ran round the hall- whenever we let her- cannoning into people's legs like a little dodgem car, asking to be picked up and graciously receiving gifts which she then threw away.
Odi bought herself a purple coat. It was a child's coat and she couldn't get it to button up at the front but it looked fab. Odi is the Queen of low-budget living. She shops compulsively, always has new clothes and never seems to spend any money.
We bought a mirror framed in driftwood.
Last year's fayre (we were told) was a roaring success. This year's wasn't- at least not financially. There was plenty of bustle but it was mostly stall-holders visiting one another and passing the time of day. Odi made £6.00.
