Harvest mk 2
What is it with me and Harvest Festivals? I go off to visit my sister for the weekend and discover that it's Harvest Festival there today, so of course I have to go. It's a rural parish, after all, so harvest actually means something there. You won't catch them stacking cans of peas around the altar as an offering unto the Lord. It's just that I was at my local Harvest Festival last week, and will be at the civic one next week. Giving thanks so many times in a row is beginning to seem a little excessive.
Anyway, I'm back now. Everyone's been remarkably chatty over the weekend, and I'm far too knackered to reply coherently to each post. Suffice it to say that I deeply loved the fiction, and am jealous as all hell that I can't get to the mass visit to Eric Szmada's play. Sorry Caroline, but even the thought of leaving Stuart bereft of my immoral support can't tempt me to splash out £300 on a weekend off with free jetlag thrown in :-)
Anyway, I'm back now. Everyone's been remarkably chatty over the weekend, and I'm far too knackered to reply coherently to each post. Suffice it to say that I deeply loved the fiction, and am jealous as all hell that I can't get to the mass visit to Eric Szmada's play. Sorry Caroline, but even the thought of leaving Stuart bereft of my immoral support can't tempt me to splash out £300 on a weekend off with free jetlag thrown in :-)