Love you all!!!
James
“Hey baby”, I said, “go do some funny pose there and I will take your picture”
The wife said, “Aiyoh… so paiseh. Okay, you count, and I’ll quickly do a pose. Once.”
And I agreed.
“One… two… three!” I counted, she posed and I snapped the shot.
“Umm… baby, what the hell pose was that?”
“I was drinking from his water bottle.”
Incredulous stare. “Water bottle?!”
“Ya… “, and she turned around and noticed Bart holding the same thing in his hand… the same spray can of paint!
You could see the gears turning in her head... should she pretend that she knew it was a can of spray paint all along and was just "testing" me? Nahh.... I obviously could not be fooled by now!
After laughing my posterior off, I finally got a proper shot – of the wife sulking.
DC
We both got pork pies for lunch, as I'm told this is quintessential English country fair food. It was delicious and very filling...I really liked the crust, and the fact that it was portable! Ha ha! Here I am trying my first bite. :)
While we ate, we listened to the RAF Halton Pipe and Drum corps perform, and it was just fantastic. Wow! I feel like I am sometimes, but I know I'm not alone in loving the sound of the bagpipe...and it's truly taken to a higher plane when those tones are mixed with a drum beat.
The "coming events" for the day said that the Highland Games were being performed by some strongmen at an upcoming hour, so V and I sat down by the arena to watch the show. And we laughed and laughed and laughed some more.
Not only did the contestants (all TWO of them, including the first black man I've ever seen in my life wearing a kilt, and a man suspiciously named Spencer "Highland") have to set up their equipment on the field, the sign proclaiming the event STONES OF DENSITY kept falling over in the breeze. Somehow, this became the funniest thing in the world to Vanessa and me, and we giggled quite a bit at the sight on the field.
Oddly enough, he ended up winning that event, as well as the games themselves. I say he has an unfair advantage, having that name! LOL.
Too soon, we'd finished the entire fair (though I have to admit, it was quite small), and were ready to leave for Vanessa's parents'. On the way out, she took my photo with this truck's stickered-on proclamation - which is so true! "If it isn't fair, it isn't fun."
And boy, was it ever fun!