Dear Diary,
Oh what fun!
The Fun Fair arrived at the Park this weekend, so I took the salon gals
out on Saturday night for a special staff outing. The Park was absolutely
heaving with people, courting couples, families with young children and lively
gangs of young girls and boys, or ‘teenagers’ as we refer to them these days.
The atmosphere was positively electric; I so adore the gaily-coloured flashing
light bulbs, the sweet aroma of candy floss mingled with sizzling hot dogs and
above all, the anticipation of the thrill of the rides.
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The first thing we did was to have a go on the
coconut shy. I must say it was really
very funny when Anne-Marie threw one of her balls squarely onto the coconut
(most definitely a fluke) and it just bounced off, straight onto the brim of
the stallholder’s hat. When Doreen had a go she managed to hit the same coconut
again, yet it was rather peculiar how the blasted thing wouldn’t budge. The
stallholder shuffled nervously and offered her a free ball as a consolation. I
say, those coconuts must be glued down!
I decided to treat everyone to toffee apples
for munching on whilst we queued for the Moon Rocket. Grace and I sat together,
whilst Anne-Marie and Doreen climbed into the rocket in front of us. As we took
off the wind rushed through us, oh what a thrill! Suddenly, Anne-Marie screamed
(rather inappropriately I thought) but we couldn’t stop laughing when we saw
Doreen trying to help her to dislodge the toffee apple from her ponytail!
Another silly mishap occurred on the Waltzers,
when Grace opened her big mouth! Those burly fair ground chaps always flirt
with the ladies, showing off as they dance on the moving platform and then spin
the carriages around until you scream like hell. Grace looked quite green
around the gills and foolishly asked the chap “Please don’t spin us again,” of
course he spun us faster, “What’s that luv? You want me to spin you some
more?!” Everyone was quite dizzy after that, so we opted for the gentle Ferris
wheel next, where I clumsily dropped my handbag from the highest point on the
wheel. Thankfully, a tall dark and ruggedly handsome fair ground chap picked it
up and waved to me reassuringly from the ground. I was so relieved that he gave
it back to me once the ride was over.
The dodgems are always such fun, especially
when everyone gets a car each. I so thoroughly enjoy the sensation of driving
myself and I do try to avoid the other cars after all; I think the clue is in
the name, to ‘dodge em’. Nevertheless
there’s always some joker who likes to ‘bump’ and it’s most irritating being
constantly bumped from behind. Ho! What a surprise! I looked around to see the
culprit was Dudley, the mechanic from the garage across the road! What a cheek!
Conveniently, another chap happened to whiz by and knock Dudley’s car for six!
Once the ride was over, my dodgem car saviour introduced him self as William
and invited the gals and I, to the Queen’s Head for a much needed glass of
stout. Oh hello William! Of course we’re going on a date, hmm what shall I
wear?
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