Yes, well, you don’t get three posts every day. Just lucky St Swithin’s day, I suppose. It hasn’t rained, by the way, which I think means nothing at all. It’s if it rains that it means 40 days of rain. Not that this happens, literally.
Um. Oh, I remember. I was leaning forward a bit on one elbow, reading blogs and I shut my left eye and the right was all blurred, though when I shut it and opened the left again, it was fine. Then I sat upright and put out my arm, so that I was reading the screen at the correct arm’s length distance, and the left eye was blurry and the right eye was clear. I slowly moved in, with both eyes open, and I couldn’t tell at which point the left eye took over the reading. Isn’t that interesting?
Oh. Well, I’m interested.
Anyway, I spread good cheer all round the village this afternoon. There were 7 prizes for the hanging basket and tub (of flowers/vegetables, not bath tubs) competitions and another 6 lucky draws (no not lucky drawers) for the voting slips. One of them was my grandchildren’s (I didn’t draw them, I got a Respected Local Personage to come round) but I thought they’d prefer a toy and some beads to the £15 voucher for the local haberdashery.
Afterwards, I biked round distributing prizes. I made a monumental cock-up at one point when I put a £20 voucher (aren’t local businesses kind?) for the lovely local place to eat through the door of the neighbour of the person it was intended for. I had to go to a friend’s house (I hadn’t taken my bag so had no pen or paper) to write explanatory notes for both. What a little plonker I am. When I got back to the houses, Donna was in, so I was able to explain and advise her to await the return of the prize from her neighbour.
Everyone was happy of course and a couple of prizes, it turned out, were going to relations of village people who live Elsewhere, so I was able to pass all of them on. I sent in a lovely spreadsheet with all the voting figures, added up and averaged (as some people had occasionally got missed off the voting by someone who hadn’t got round all the village), and the names of the winners, to the editor of the village magazine, and all I have to do now is give the entrance money to the treasurer.
Right. No more tonight. I’m going to bed. Goodnight.