Super Man could do it in a phone box, Superwoman could do it too and on Sunday I did the magical transformation in about 20 minutes ( about 10 minutes longer than I usually get to scrub up !!). One minute I was knee deep in the steaming manure pile, a very healthy concoction of cow goat sheep horse and chicken poo and the next I was trying to fit myself and a frothy merangue of purple and black satin and lace into the truck. Not an easy task but somehow Greg managed to pile me all in, loaded the dog and off we went to the First Annual Croquet Match . What a great day, work shouldn't be so much fun...I almost felt guilty! (but only almost, smile) The croquet Match was a fundraiser for the Mustard Seed and as usual the residents of the Penninsula gave it their full support. With my persona changing from Scarlet O'Hara (Gone With The Wind) to Queen Victoria depending on the Chardonnay infusion I was at times having a "touch of the vapours coming on" ( when good friend Laurens 2 young boys both disapeared under a fusion of lacy petticoats) and "we are not amused" (when I went to the restroom, fought umptyump layers of skirt , thought I had adequately rearranged myself, got to the door and found my lacy pantaloons in a delicate puddle round my feet . I'm sure there were a few gentlemen who very politely looked the other way as I rescued the offending item of clothing. Thanks guys ! I was very lucky to win the prize for the best costume and will treasure my little peacock trophy. On Saturday I will be manning the Mustard Seed booth at the Salmon Bake, if you are able, please come and say hello. Off to bed, its late and we are like bobble heads nodding here. Take care, M
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