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Jul. 5th, 2015 10:21 pmBeast and I went with Bun to the Royal Norfolk Show on Wednesday. It was the hottest day of the year.
Many good things to be seen—some of the flower arrangements in the Flower Tent were really spectacular—and we bought some excellent cheese, and a big-brimmed purple hat for me, and probably some other stuff, and Bun held a magnificent Eagle Owl for a while, but on the whole, it was Too Damn Hot.
It was, of course, a display-your-best-farm-animals show. I am now unwillingly aware that rams' testicles hang down like half-full shopping bags covered in wool. Pigs' scrotums are even more disturbing, as they look like inflated balloons. I did not wish to know this. I don't suppose you wished to know this, either, but I felt it necessary to share. I'm glad to have missed the bulls. But I am sorry not to have stayed for the Pig Racing, which I should have liked to watch. We did see sheepdogs herding ducks, which was most entertaining.
But Too Damn Hot.
We spent several days this week in search of flooring for the new (ie not-yet-in-existence) dining room, and have located a satisfactory product. We also spent quite a long time identifying which fuses (there are twelve, plus two newer, labelled ones) control which lights and sockets in the house. It was quite complicated, and necessitated because we wanted to put up hanging shelves in the main guest room, and Beast wanted to remove a wall socket to check where the wires went, which meant he had to figure out which fuse to pull... argh.
At about half past ten last night, it sounded as though war had broken out, but I eventually deduced that somewhere, a giant firework display was in progress, and echoing around the hills, or something. Horrendous noise. Also, I was puzzled as to why there was a firework display in the middle of summer. There was some kind of Lord Mayor's celebration, so presumably it was part of that.
Today, happily, it was pleasantly cooler. Beast and I wandered down to see "Spy", which was great fun. Melissa McCarthy and Miranda Hart—best team ever!
BTW, thank you to everyone who contributed answers to this post on DW or here on LJ. Many happy giggles for me! Any more?
Many good things to be seen—some of the flower arrangements in the Flower Tent were really spectacular—and we bought some excellent cheese, and a big-brimmed purple hat for me, and probably some other stuff, and Bun held a magnificent Eagle Owl for a while, but on the whole, it was Too Damn Hot.
It was, of course, a display-your-best-farm-animals show. I am now unwillingly aware that rams' testicles hang down like half-full shopping bags covered in wool. Pigs' scrotums are even more disturbing, as they look like inflated balloons. I did not wish to know this. I don't suppose you wished to know this, either, but I felt it necessary to share. I'm glad to have missed the bulls. But I am sorry not to have stayed for the Pig Racing, which I should have liked to watch. We did see sheepdogs herding ducks, which was most entertaining.
But Too Damn Hot.
We spent several days this week in search of flooring for the new (ie not-yet-in-existence) dining room, and have located a satisfactory product. We also spent quite a long time identifying which fuses (there are twelve, plus two newer, labelled ones) control which lights and sockets in the house. It was quite complicated, and necessitated because we wanted to put up hanging shelves in the main guest room, and Beast wanted to remove a wall socket to check where the wires went, which meant he had to figure out which fuse to pull... argh.
At about half past ten last night, it sounded as though war had broken out, but I eventually deduced that somewhere, a giant firework display was in progress, and echoing around the hills, or something. Horrendous noise. Also, I was puzzled as to why there was a firework display in the middle of summer. There was some kind of Lord Mayor's celebration, so presumably it was part of that.
Today, happily, it was pleasantly cooler. Beast and I wandered down to see "Spy", which was great fun. Melissa McCarthy and Miranda Hart—best team ever!
BTW, thank you to everyone who contributed answers to this post on DW or here on LJ. Many happy giggles for me! Any more?