All the Fun of the Fair

Having found myself blipless after fika with daughter #2 and my Edinburgh friend of many talents and then lunch, I steeled myself to go to the funfair situated at the far end of the Meadows festivities and get something for the can.
The area was quite a mud bathe after the heavy rain overnight, but duck boards had been put down to lessen the damage to shoes.
I watched with horror the chair in my extra being swung round in arcs high above my head. It brought to mind RLS’s poem ‘How do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue.......although I don’t think he had this contraption in mind. I hate to think what would happen if any of the mechanical parts had failed.

This must be one of the few Meadows Festivals since their inauguration in 1974 when not a drop of rain has fallen during the two days of celebrations, or that I haven’t met a single soul I know.

I fear I am getting another cold, the second one in a month. This is not good, certainly for a lady who can’t remember when she had a cold previously.
I blame the weather.

As I write this, the incessant thump,thump of the base in the musical tent is doing my head in. Hopefully it will stop at 6pm when silence will prevail. I wonder if I complained about this lack of amenity to the city Fathers, they would consider taking a pound or two off my Council tax bill. Probably not.