I’d had a go at getting a medical card a few weeks ago and failed. I’d done a little more research and realised that I now had all the required bits of paper to get the card. This meant that I had to visit the office again to make the application. It doesn’t matter how nice the office is, if it has something to do with benefits it will always be a grey soulless office to me.
After a short wait during which I was amused by the most wonderful passive aggressive conversation that went on between a couple. I’ve never heard the word “babe” used so aggressively. I was called to a desk. I laid out all the documentation and the woman on the other side of the desk picked up a few items, tapped a few keys and suddenly I was in possession of a medical card. I can now be ill officially.
We took the buss to the agricultural show. The bus company had put on a special bus that took us directly there, it was almost like being chauffer driven there
I heard a lot of chat about show bags on the radio in the preceding days but I didn’t really know what they were. Not until I entered the show bag hall. There were show bags everywhere, each stall had bags of different sizes, colours and contents.
We grazed our way around the food hall. It seemed that every stall wanted us to taste a small sample of their wares. We moved from cheese to pasta to sausage to cut meats to tea and to spices via a whole host of over flavours. Even though it was lunchtime I didn’t feel that hungry.
We settled down by the side of a small track to watch some pigs racing round. There were two races. I hadn’t realised that pigs could run quite so fast. It was all good fun but I doubt it will catch on as a sport. The finale was a flying pig! It jumped off a high board into a pool of water.
One of the attractions in the sideshows are the clowns. These are strange things. They are a model of the head and shoulders of a clown with its mouth wide open. The heads rotate left and then right and I think that the aim is to throw a ball into the mouth. These lines of clowns looked like something from a horror writer’s imagination to me.
I had to see the cows, all the side shows and sampling stalls are all fine and good but this is an agricultural show so it has to have cows that have been cleaned to within an inch of their lives. We found them on the far side of the arena. The cows were pristine and clean, the handlers were covered in the sweat and grime of toil. This is as it should be.
We popped into the poultry hall in a hope of escaping the noise of the funfair. That was a bad move. The cockerels did a wonderful job of drowning out the noise. We cruised round the cages and found the chickens that looked like puff balls. I sometimes feel that selective breading has gone a little too far
I like a good firework display and there was going to be a display in the main arena. We found a suitable place in the grandstand, out of the rain, chewed on a corn on the cob and waited for the display. The announcers started warning that the weather may affect the display. The wind was getting very gusty. They managed to put the display on but there were a few obvious gaps where the sky-high fireworks should have been. It didn’t stop my enjoyment.
The show continued with cars sliding round the arena. The conditions on the track were truly appalling for the drivers and that made it so much more entertaining for us.
Then we had some trap racing. I’ve never seen this before and it was really quite fun to watch. There was mud and sand everywhere.
By far the noisiest display was the Australian rocket man. This was the stuff of my boyhood dreams. A man wearing a jet pack flying across the arena. I so wanted to be that man.
We left after the second firework display, again it was slightly marred by the high winds not allowing the high ones to be released into the wild but I didn’t care. Two firework displays in one day is just wonderful. I went home happy.