Initially Nigel was really excited when all the diversion signs started to pop up around town indicating that The Evesham Mop was on again this year, because with one thing and another, after five years in Evesham, we’ve yet to go.
However, with Nigel busy preparing for his upcoming short trip to the Homeland and, to be honest, Darrell being a martyr to all things of a height and spinning type nature, once more it’s a pleasure we’ve decided to forego …….
……… in turn saving an awful lot of money on rides, candy floss and the obligatory motion sickness tablets for Darrell.
They had started to pack it all away when I nipped into town this morning for a packet of Hobnobs and a Warburtons Toastie, the whole thing takes over the whole of the town centre, so it was weird to find a Haunted House outside Iceland ………….
…….. and the dodgems and children’s train ride outside the Maxi Save, I felt quite disorientated……..
……. which would be nothing compared to how Darrell would have felt if Nigel had dragged him onto the experience that appeared to be “Oxygen”!
Perhaps I’m getting a little too settled in our cosy evenings back at The Towers and not as adventurous as I used to be ……. but seeing Darrell going several shades of green is none pretty, especially when he’s trying to desperately keep hold of his tea while being catapulted into the heavens at break neck speed and then dropped down again, doesn’t exactly spell out “F U N” to me! Perhaps next year……… maybe?
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Maybe. Or maybe, not?
Maybe Nigel can investigate why it is called the Evesham Mop Fair.
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