I had the pleasure of Number One Son's company for our village fun day weekend. He has come back from university and sprouted a beard. My first reaction was that Shaggy from Scooby Doo had just walked through the door. But Mr Loggins reckoned he looked more like Jude Law.
The scarecrow competition was a huge success and judged so graciously by CBeebies star Cerrie Burnell, who was simply lovely. The children adored her and the dads seemed pretty smitten too.
Here she is with the winner of the contest, the BFG:
A selection of scarecrow photos for you:
So fun day has been and gone for another year. Hundreds of people, glorious weather, a score and ten scarecrows, a bagpiper leading the village parade, loads of stalls and sideshows, a bouncy castle and tea ladies in dalmatian gear for the theme of children's fictional characters.
There were very few glitches on an almost perfect day. The new sound system made me sound like Norman Collier and the new dishwasher filled up the hall kitchen with water as Mr Grigg did his best Gordon Ramsey impersonation for the big village breakfast.
Today, my feet are tired and bruised after dancing the night away to Tuppence's band and Mr Grigg has a hangover.
But just don't mention the dishwasher. I mentioned it once but I think I got away with it.
My favourite scarecrow was this one - Harry Potter wearing his invisibility cloak. Genius.
And mine? A cardboard cut-out better known as Flat Stanley. Rubbish but easy and effective.
That's about it
Love Maddie x
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