I had a plan

It involved paperwork, box storing, box packing and fighting with bindweed. I’d got as far as having breakfast, putting washing in and relocating to the office when the phone rang, and Jonathan suggested we go to Penistone show.

That seemed like a much better idea than fighting with bindweed, so we rushed around a bit, then me and the children headed out for the day. We saw cows and sheep, an acrobatics display and a couple of dogs herding ducks, enjoyed spending time with the off-the-pathers and finally wended our weary way home to get back some time after 6.

I looked up penistone show and found this:

Nonetheless, on they went deciding things, most of them doing the same stuff they’ve been doing for 20 years or more. Trade stands here, local radio there, did anyone know if the camels were booked? Watching my stunned expression, the health and safety bloke patted my hand. “It’ll all work out,” he assured me. “You’ll see.”

I didn’t notice any camels…