The sun is/ bright, but the/ chickens are in/ the way.

Roll up, roll up, roll up! Everyone's a winner! The Lucky Sticks stall, Lindisfarne North Primary School Fair, Lindisfarne. March 2012.

So the Lindisfarne North Primary School Fair has been done and run. Our (and by OUR I mainly mean JEN's) contribution - the afore-mentioned Lucky Sticks stall - was a raging success, with all sticks sold and prizes awarded. Moreover, the fair itself was proven a massive success, with the school raking in the dollars and proving that plenty of parents and teachers were keen to give their time and energy to making it happen.

Even better, the whole thing was achieved without any kind of hitch!

Well, unless you count the kid that broke his arm on the jumping castle and the bloke that needed the ambulance for the burns. Anyway, there are always going to be a few kinks!

Anyway, well done to the Lindisfarne North Primary School Fair organising committee and all of the volunteers, and my apologies to that girl who bought fourteen dollars worth of lucky sticks yet still didn't win the prize she wanted. Hopefully you will have learned the harsh lesson that very rarely in life do we ever get what we want or feel we deserve.

Actually, fourteen dollars is quite cheap for such a lesson.

Home to Roost, Kay Ryan

The chickens
are circling and
blotting out the
day. The sun is
bright, but the
chickens are in
the way. Yes,
the sky is dark
with chickens,
dense with them.
They turn and
then they turn
again. These
are the chickens
you let loose
one at a time
and small—
various breeds.
Now they have
come home
to roost—all
the same kind
at the same speed.

Comments

SH -ic said…

:)) are you celebrating a birthday party ....or is eastern earlier ..on the other side of the earth

1 April 2012 at 06:20

Kris McCracken said…

It was the school fair.

1 April 2012 at 15:07

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