Carnival time in our town, and with it an annual family event (first time for me, of course; I was only 4 weeks old this time last year)
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- a "Stew, spuds and Sheps" party in the house as the carnival procession forms up outside in the road. "Sheps" is, of course, the local brew Shepherd Neame, much beloved of Dad, but not so much by Mum. She says, "Can it be ' Stew, Spuds and Shiraz' ?". Go on then Mum, what ever floats your boat.
For me, the promised excitement of Real-Mum, Dad and Brother Archie coming to visit. Plus Dylan the Norfolk Terrier of Mum and Dad's guitar-playing chum. Add to that the England France game, and it could all get a bit raucous round here.
Sounds like the famous town Carnival fireworks might not be happening though, which is a dampener.
Should be entertaining!
Deefer
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