So, two sleeps to go to the first ever CarFest. As exciting as Christmas except equally as nerve-racking at the same time.
I am sitting in my garden surrounded by site plans - notes, passes for friends and family, and a head that is a ball of confusion. They say "It'll be alright on the night," well let's hope so, bearing in mind there are actually three nights, if you count the seven thousand bods who have informed us they are arriving on Friday afternoon.
Looking at the forecast for tonight around where I live, it does not read well, save I am having to type this blog in the shade of a rather large Redwood tree because the sun is so hot and bright. Please let the satellites and other long range doobries have got it all butt about tutt with regards to the bank holiday meteorological conditions.
Also today, I have been flicking through the auction catalogue for both days. Some beauties in there, I may have to register for a bidding paddle. May it all come out in a joyous Children In Need wash, just not too wet a one.
Peace and Love