I love working at shows.
I just love it.
So many really nice people.
People who know you. People who you don't. People who don't give a damn about about CPW and there are people who come up to you and say "Im not a stalker but I read your blog".
Through to'ing and fro'ing between blogs I had one lady bring me a Stottie (North east bread bun - Hi Beverly!) and another from Beverly (a place in East Yorks) who brought me home made muffins, a mini book for Belle and some doggie treats for Eddy (Hi Caroline, lovely to spend my lunch break with you!). There was Jozza (Wee and poo, not her but our fave words!), people from Dawns Studio, people from UKS, people from long ago forums (hi Net!), people who you adore and they let you stay at their house (Hi Dyan, kiss-kiss-kiss-smoochy-slobbery-thank-you-kisses), people who you have emailed with for months and met for the first time (Hi Louisa!) - people from everywhere including my Momma and Auntie Tracy (kiss kiss).
And I talked to each and everyone for too little a time (except Louisa who I had a meal with on the way home tonight in Leeds...YUM!)
That made me sad. Cry, Cry
Im going to share pictures tomorrow - my mum took some pretty out of focus ones which are hilarious (but then, she is as blind as a bat!).
Needs sleep, catching a cold, QVC prep work to be NOT finished (hee hee heeeee), Roz's retreat workshop stuff to tidy up, emails to reply to, mail to open, stash to put away, photos to save, need to pack for Cyprus nest week, dog to belly rub, Ellie to kiss goodnight and a wee lil cosy of my freezing cold feet on marks back when I go to bed (snigger).
OH! And you are going to love CPW's next installment who had the audacity to text me on Saturday with some hilarious cheeky crappo nutsy babba.