As always, though there were big signs saying 'no alcohol in the garden', every group of merrymakers appeared to be imbibing with impunity. When one of the mums put up a small playtent though, the park police soon came over to explain that tents are not allowed. We protested and they went away to consult a higher authority about it, so it didn't come down in the end.
After the picnic I went round with Steph as she collected donations. I had prepared a guess the eggs competition but would have found it very awkward asking for money if we hadn't gone together. I am just not pushy enough - I could never do any kind of a sales job (actually, I can't see how I could ever do a proper job of any kind again, though one of these days that issue will have to be addressed). Nick did a sterling job of playing with Emily while I did my TMG coordinator bit. Given the strength of the sun, it was lucky that she seemed drawn to playing under a huge low-hanging cedar tree, though from time to time she would take off at quite a lick across the grass and into the open.
With all that childcare followed by the socialising effort of the event, I felt totally drained by evening; I did get out for a run but it felt quite a plod despite the new running shoes I'd finally got round to buying.
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