Christmas festivities

I had agreed to help Mum and Dad today with a table they'd rented at the village Christmas fayre, held in our local church. The morning dawned bright and sunny but by the time I'd taken Sophie to work and picked up Mum on the way home, the weather had turned overcast and grey, with strong winds and rain forecast for later in the day.

Mum and I drove home and put all the boxes of things they were going to sell in my car. To be honest I really didn't feel like going out today as my voice is really hoarse and all I wanted to do was curl up on the sofa with a good film!

We had a cup of tea and then headed to the church which was locked. The woman organising the fayre had said we could arrive any time after 10am so we managed to find her phone number and called her to say we needed to get into the church to set up.

Luckily she arrived within a few minutes and we were shown to our allotted table. There were quite a few stalls already set up, including one with beautiful Christmas cards, another laden with candles, a jewellery table and some reserved for games.

The church was very dimly lit and a bit chilly but unloading all the stuff from the car and carrying it in helped keep us warm! We arranged everything as nicely as we could and then left to go and get some change from a nearby shop and a chocolate bar to keep up our energy levels!

Back home I made my Mum some lunch and then Dad arrived. He'd been back at the house to see a man about the TV satellite dish so managed to get out of all the preparations! At 2.45pm we set off for the church and parked near to the pub. I only hoped we'd be able to shift some of the stuff as it was a fair distance to carry it all back again!

The fayre was lovely and in between us leaving and coming back someone had turned on more lights and lit up a string of fairy lights over the beautifully decorated Christmas tree. Although it wasn't quite 3pm there were people arriving and we'd already sold two items from the table to other stall-holders!

Father Christmas arriving to see the children

The fayre went on until 5pm and we managed to sell quite a bit, which was a relief! Dad bought us a cup of mulled wine each which went down very well! By 4.45pm we were packing up and everything we had left went into two boxes which we carried back to the car. These were put into our garage again and Mum and Dad left to go home. I sank thankfully onto the sofa and waited for Keith to come home from his football match. By now it was raining heavily and the wind was getting up. Apparently our next storm is called Clodagh!

After dinner we sat and watched Taken 3 which was good, but still not as good as the original!