Not a doily

I fashioned myself a fascinator today out of doilies.

It looked fascinating.

It would have made a fascinating blip.

This picture is much better though.

There is a story attached to this picture.
It involves crying children, narrowly missing being knocked out by flying wellies, me giving a curious foreign man a right telling off and the blagging of free rides for all on The Ferris Wheel.

All in a days work for someone who wears fancy bits of paper on their head.

A great last night.