We went on the tombola. I think it was seven tickets for a pound?
Why can't I remember? Because Carruthers paid
I don't mean that in a materialistic money-grubbing way, it was a kind gesture.
And of the seven tickets we got four prizes!!! (or maybe three - I was too excited after the first!)
One was even a bottle of wine.
I gave it to my Mum, unopened, undrunk, as soon as I got back here. Just so you know. Even though I went home via the pub and had loads of fags and booze and steak and kidney puddings. Not. Although I did pick up a discounted roast chicken at Morisson's so Mum didn't have to cook.
And we had tea n cakies too. Mine was a mini cream scone, the unhealthiest thing I've eaten in weeks. Flipping lovely. But that might have been the fellowship. Sitting under canvas in the watery sunshine, barefoot and blethering on.