16 May 2010
It was the Mile End dog show today. I love the dog show. It's all that is good about a community event with all the local thoroughbreds, mongrels, waifs and strays. Unfortunately I didn't have time to see the dogs because we were selling tea and cakes, had to set up a new gazebo without any instructions, were bathed in fluffy seed-heads from the white poplars behind us that stuck to our cakes and made us cough, and had problems with the generator that meant we were without hot water for a while. We persevered, serving up our rock cakes and lemon cherry buns, banana loaves and ginger cubes, white chocolate cookies and marshmallow squares, butterscotch layer and lemon ricotta cakes, until we were washed out by a colossal downpour. Now the bunting is drying on the washing line, our soggy bags are airing off on the dryer and I'm resting contentedly on the sofa with a glass of beer.
In case you are interested, the dog with the best smile was won by a King Charles spaniel who apparently looked delighted when he stepped up to get his prize. I so wish I'd seen that.