Hi all.

First of all thanks, huge enormous thanks, to Bron for organising the whole thing. The mark of a good organiser is that it flowed naturally & everyone had a great time. So that's you lumbered with the job forever then! And thanks for the offer of accomodation. If only we'd taken you up on it we might never have had to enter the ... the ... trailer ... of .... of .... doom.

Just got into work - but for once I was looking forward to it so that I could read the threads. It was a wonderful weekend & just proved that Mudcat is a huge extended family. Everyone were instant mates & such a lovely bunch of individual eccentrics. Micca & Bernard are indeed spookily similar (as you will see in the photos) - but I don't think Micca dances quite so well!! Amoret was EXTREMELY impressed with your dancing Bernard. One of the biggest surprises of the weekend was that Micca is a man & Patrish & I are women (OK - I knew about me, but lots of people didn't). Liz the Squeak - yes it does become obvious how you got your name - infectious or what!!! I owe un undying debt of gratitude to Patrish for letting us have her room (and making her sleep in with the three men!!) Of course, had we not taken the room 'that incident' need never have happened. But my lips are sealed & I'll not tell anyone what I know...... I do however know what was concealed in the melodeon case (not the melodeon) - I can confirm that it suited Mark very well & he shook it quite nicely actually. I knew he had a talent somewhere. Catrin had me in fits of laughter when she showed Linda what 'being pissed at someone' would mean to the English. I was in danger of loosing control on the way back to the trailer on Sat night, the conversation went like this: Amoret: "There's going to be some people coming back, and we're going to carry on in the trailer" Me : "Oh, we can't be too noisy though, because people are trying to sleep " (that's the responsible mother bit) Amoret: "No, its OK. Skipjack is thinking of doing something quiet and instrumental" Me (choking) : "Amoret, he's an ACCORDIANIST!". It was that night that I heard the sheep bleating up on the hills as I made my way to the secret discrete toilet (I didn't dare use the trailer toilet after what it did to Catrin!). Eric was out there, up on the hills, pillaging the sheep. Enticing them with his wellies. Were they pretty sheep? Did you care, Eric? Did you respect them in the morning? They spoke very highly of you.... I've got loads more to say, but I have to get on & do some work now (grrrr). Mark & Amoret are eagerly awaiting printouts tonight. Thanks everyone for being such great people, and especially for being so accepting of Amoret the MudKitten. She's got her confidence back for singing (it had been trampled by an unfortunate encounter with a school microphone) - and did indeed 'ditch the partner' on Saturday night & sing solo. Now she's eagerly awaiting the arrival of the Uke Banjo which we will be buying from Bill. She was unconvinced by the fiddler idea, Bill - but then give it 7 years or so.... Sorry I didn't do the all-round-the-room hugs thing - but I'm not by nature a big hugger & goodbyes get me all flustered anyway. Its the thought that counts, and I was thinking a big all-encompassing hug. See-ya

Kris