Heads down

Busy day of baking (after an unexpected dash to the shops when it turned out TallGirl had eaten all the eggs). Also the struggle of changing a kitchen lightbulb, which resulted in my wandering about all day with a bunch of dead moths in my hair until TallGirl pointed it out.

Now in the Loto interval: the kids are full of fizzy drinks and cake and I am (mercifully) full of beer. CarbBoy won the first prize of the night but, despite coming very close to winning half a pig, nothing since then.

There is still a long way to go...

I'm not entirely convinced of the wisdom of starting a school event (with kids) at 8 pm with an anticipated finish time of midnight. I'm also not convinced that having a lady with a very strong local accent and a mumbly voice do the calling is such a good idea. No-one can tell whether she's saying cinq or sept.

Ah well, onwards and upwards! My beer companion has headed home, leaving me with all her cards to watch as well...