So, another Inters been and gone. 2 very long days, interspaced with some pretty heavy, and at times, thundery showers. Thankfully I'd remembered to pack the waterproofs. I felt sorry for the other club members who'd offered to help on the Saturday tho, as it seemed to bucket down just after they'd arrived to help. Thanks again to the guys n gals, hopefully it'll be better weather next year 
Bumped into lots of people I've not seen since last year. And many asking how Jules is getting on, so had to let them know what's happened. Of course, this time last year I never expected that we'd only have a week left, so everyone hadn't realised how quickly things changed. It made me realise how easy it is to forget to keep in touch with friends, and how easier still it is to leave talking to them for such a long time. So I'm catching up more this year, getting myself to the various big shows once again. It'll be different without Jules. She was missed over the weekend, standing in the traffic queues, dishing out the programmes in her own special way 
I'm home now, just finished unpacking the car. Going to jump in the bath in a minute. Felt really achy this morning when I got up, put that down to sitting on the floor of the portacabin on Saturday stuffing the programmes with flyers. I ain't the spring chicken I once was, the ol' bones just can't take the strain no more
