We went to the show on Saturday. It's a much anticipated annual event in our family, and we always do almost exactly the same thing. For us that means rides, showbags, the decorated cakes and the Grand Pavillion to sample the food. We do nothing educational. We see no animals - they're for the city folk, right? You know, the ones who don't know where milk comes from...except the supermarket.
We've got it all organised in the rides department. I love the whizzy ones - I lack the dizziness gene, I reckon, and can go as fast as you like for as long as you like without a problem.
I hate roller coasters though. I hate that feeling that you get in the pit of your stomach. Bleugh.
Hubby loves that sort. The higher the hills and steeper the drops the better as far as he is concerned. Just don't take him on anything that twirls. He gets dizzy just watching me on the 'eggs' at the playground.
That pretty well gives Jemimah the choice of anything really. She's a real dare devil.
We all tried the the new high-flying Sky Flyer this year. The spinning chairs of the chair-o-plane take you up to 35 metres above the ground while you fly through the air at an impressive speed. It was pretty cool actually.
We have a limit of two showbags. Jemimah goes for the chocolate ones. She's still eating rubbish. Must be a dentist's dream...
We always have lunch at the Hari Krishna Food tent. Odd religion; delicious food. Much better than most of the pretty average stuff you generally get at places like the show. We had the vegan curry, vegetable croquets, rice and dessert stuff, the name of which escapes me at present. Karma-free too, apparently, whatever that means. Wonder if it is fattening, that karma stuff.
We'll be going back next year, no doubt, but for this year it's all just a fond memory - and a bundle of photos - which I'm going to show you now - if you're interested.