Well, the weekend lived up to expectations. The only lowlight was the large bee/wasp like thing that flew up my sleeve and stung me on Sunday evening. I woke up on Monday morning with a very red arm, and felt obliged to spend some time in A&E. (For those interested in my survey of casualty departments around the country, the George Eliot in Nuneaton is far superior to Crawley. It has a TV which was showing football, and it only took 40 minutes for me to be seen and discharged). I was given an antihistamine and then told I couldn't drink for 8 hours. This at 11am on the morning of the street party... work it out for yourselves. I was sober for most of the day, but it didn't dampen my enthusiasm for the egg and spoon race, the sack race, the welly wanging and all other bizarre sports. Watching them, that is!
I even got to watch ghostbusters II last night! What more can a girl want?
I even got to watch ghostbusters II last night! What more can a girl want?
