Face Your Fate, or Fete if You're in England

Friday, the bubbly bovines got to attend their first Fete.

Say, "Fate" not feet. or fe-tay. Please.

And while we're on the subject of pronunciation, Americans should NEVER say "cheers" while in Great Britain. It just sounds stupid.

The cows were quite out of it for a while.
They nearly slept 24 hours straight.
Just like when Son #1 came home for Christmas and couldn't pull himself together for three days (resulting in Miss Ky's terrible accident
when I was forced to entertain her, record one
kid in a mini-play and another playing in the band while A2 was trying to join his class in the ceremony-- Son #1 could've watched her nap while I did all that).

But today, my guests were up for the school fete.
It was fun seeing them discover this little event and reminded me of my first experience with it.

The Hubby was deployed, and there were signs everywhere, in each village, advertising that village's Fete.
I had no idea what that meant, so I went to my local Post and asked a lady about it. She told me that it's a little gathering of sorts were there's cakes and a Tombola (tom- BOWL-ah) to earn money for the village. And she taught me how to say it. Which was nice. Nothing like looking like a foreigner 24/7.
I missed several different village fetes (I lived in the country, so no specific village was "mine"), but I did attend the one at the school.
Yeah. So basically, it's a chance to donate stuff you don't want for the kids to sell back to you; an opportunity to bake cookies and cupcakes to buy back and a chance to buy nice things for them to offer up for the Tombola prize. They also have a raffle, and yes, you can donate things for that as well.

Fred and Bessie checked out the coffee set-up first.
Not that they wanted coffee, they just wanted to buy the cups that had cream in them.








Next, a little sugar.





Silly cows. Milk with sugar in it-- have you ever heard of such a thing?
I feel bad for all the good eating they had with Mental P, because here, they've thrown all caution to the wind.


Flea,
have you not taught them that video tapes are so
yesterday (not to mention they won't play on our player)?

Luckily they haven't converted their money yet, so I did talk them out of the tapes (they wanted to buy Kung Pow-- worse cow movie ever).






They enjoyed the band. J2 plays the trumpet. Fred and Bessie wanted to try it, but funny little things, they were blowing into the wrong place!Look at them sneaking into Ang's coffee. If I wasn't so funny, I might be a little embarrassed by their naughtiness.And for tea, we had a British classic. Well, two really. Just for them. We had Bangers and Mash (sausages with mashed potatoes) and Toad in the Hole (sausages in a yorkshire pudding--remember my experience with pudding?-- and brown gravy).My arteries are screaming just looking at the pictures.

Tomorrow we're off to the coast, and if the weather is good, they may try a little surfing!