England won in the first session (which was strange, but gratifying) but the later session totalled the scores over the whole Bank Holiday weekend (Good Friday to Easter Monday).
I wanted England to win for patriotic reasons, but I would have roared like a tiger if Burgundy had won, for pervy reasons.
Poland won. Ah well, it must have been deserved.
So just the meet and greet to go.
And I milked it big time. There were people there getting signatures from the knights - apparently thay are internationally known. And kiddies stroking the horses. Me, I talked to the people holding the horses, and behaved like a resposible horse owner (never have been, never will be, but I asked Carruthers for advice).
Magical.
The humans seemed gratified to be noticed, the horses liked the neck pats and ear rubs and the real stars were more than happy to talk when they saw I was teh serious, not just a silly middle aged woman.
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