Ceanothus and visitor

What can I say about last night’s print judging, other than “FOURTEEN?”, “you cannot be serious.”  Crashed and burned, joint bottom.  Thank goodness someone else got the same mark.  I spent the next half hour spluttering with indignation.

Anyway round two was PDIs.  Four of us gals couldn’t sit still so we hovered at the back of the room.  The poor judge was very nervous and I think we were one of his first clubs, plus he was standing in at short notice.  We howled, very, very quietly, when he said he didn’t want to get close to “those deer’s horns”, and mistook puffins for pelicans.  It was all turning into a very entertaining evening.

Suffice to say he redeemed himself by giving two of us twenties, just being pipped to first place.

We’ve been to see The Commitments this afternoon followed by dinner for six at Brasserie Blanc.  A good time was had by all.