Another year has sped past and in the midst of all the rancour and strife, as always, there has been light in the darkness. Rather than going on one of my rants, I think it’s better for me to dwell on all the good that the year has brought so many of us, and to sympathise with all who have faced loss this year.
So there we were in Harrogate, me and my beautiful assistant Tolu. She’d come down from Uni in Manchester to give me a hand on the first day. We hustled to the exhibition hall at some ungodly hour i.e 8am (I’m most definitely an owl, not a lark……), lugging all the decorative items my most excellent niece had brought from London on her way to Ripon. We then had two hours to turn this…
We made it to Harrogate, I can’t believe it. Having been offered a last-minute spot at the Country Living magazine fair, it seemed too good to turn down. Even by my nutso standards of flying by the seat of your pants, this adventure was bonkers.
