Nan....

...wrote the name of her favoured judge on the plain brown envelope containing the £20 note before sliding the bribe under the plate that held her date & walnut loaf.

She was quietly confident of success. The Macmillan Trophy was as good as on her mantelpiece. 

In the extra, the finalists in the 'clootie' competition!

Women's Institute Show. (Or the 'Rural' - if you refer to it as the rural then you are a dyed in the wool stalwart, there is a movement to modernise the organisation and drop the rural reference. It has caused quite a an acrimonious  schism)

In the three categories entered Mrs FP failed to trouble the scorers.