Today Nick and Alex and I went to the Canterbury A & P show.
Alex freaked out about the animals and decided he didn't want a bar of them before he plucked up the courage to pet a small lamb. After that he didn't want to leave the farmyard and had a melt down when we said it was time to go.
Meanwhile Nick had a series of unpleasant flashbacks to his childhood when his parents made him tag along to the local A&P shows and he stood around bored all day while they participated in events.
I always like watching the working dogs herd sheep but we only got through one and half round-ups before Nick got antsy and wanted to move on.
He also got petulant around the rare breeds poultry and wailed, "I hate fowl," before mumbling something about growing up on a farm with a strict father.
He kept seeing people walking around with delicious looking hot dogs but there were so many vendors that he ate two unsatisfactory hot dogs before he found the seller who had the hot dog he actually wanted. By the time he ate the third dog he was feeling pretty ill and disillusioned with the whole experience.
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