Although I've not been out being the Toastmaster at the cutting edge of British Society lately, I have still been rushed off my little old plates...
...there just seems to be so much going on.
On the sad side, two funerals this week. One for my dear old Uncle Bernard. That's another one of life's rocks pulled away; and the other for Dave North of this parish, whom I have known well since I moved into the village. Dave was a great character. Amongst other things he was the holder of three TT Trophy Replicas.
He raced there, one of the most dangerous motorcycling races ever.
Besides these two events I've been frantically writing a murder for performance at Stapleford in a couple of weeks, and preparing for this weekend's wedding fair at the Kingpower Stadium. The home of the mighty Leicester City Football Club
It is the brilliant Asian Celebrations wedding show.
It is always a big old do and hopefully there will be some work from it.
Talking of work, at the moment it's like buses - there's loads coming along all at once and everyone wants the same dates. This is incredibly frustrating.
but there it is....
Well gentle reader, I must return to my murder. Have a great week.
Live Long And Be Toastmastered
