As an antidote to the ridiculous football fever I made Himself take me to the Country Fair yesterday. And it was awesome.
There were donkeys called Patrick and Oliver.
Sheep were sheared, pigs slept, baby goats were cute, Suffolk Punch working horses pulled stuff and there was an alpaca!
There were medieval times….
Red Knight going down…. down, down down….
There were birds of prey.
And there was food. Himself had pies filled with animal. I had caramelised vodka which tastes like Baileys without the cream. Vegan Baileys! 
Tonight the Straylian soccer team (not footie, Australian footie is something quite different involving violence and few rules) play Germany. I make no comment 
