My long, luxurious week of afternoon naps and strolls through the buttercups is over. 
That Bungaylicious feeling is slowly seeping out of me and it’s time to thinking about jobs and houses and Lesticles. I do still have a marvellous-if slightly self induced-tan though.
Bungay was a quiet one this year, possibly due to dodgy weather forecasts, although right up until Sunday was balmy and summer-like. Perfect weather for croquet, apparently, but not so much for riding or being in any way active and vibrant.
Alby’s plan to unicycle every day didn’t amount to much but he didn’t do half badly. I had had visions of us getting to St Peter’s Brewery by the end of the week and indulging in celebratory drinks and sit-downs, but as it happens I had to suffice with a trip to the dog next door. It was too hot for any meaningful travel anyway. 
I was, however, ever so slightly impressed that after a year without riding I managed to cope without a single UPD. w00t!
I was actually quite content to sit on site a lot more this year and let the boys go shopping and whatnot. My only really purposeful wanderings took me across Farmer Paul’s thigh-high fields to the Rumburgh Buck a couple of times where we alternately worried the staff, ate decent food, and were on the receiving end of some unnecessarily rude and surly behaviour from one of the bar maids.
I took a constitutional to visit a few of the local sights one day mid-week and finally brought the camera out into the light of day. I visited the pony who seems to be doing well, checked up on the deformed cow in the next field, got shouted at by an over-protective mother sheep, read my book in a graveyard, took arty pictures of a church further up the road, waved at a man driving a combine harvester thingy (he didn’t wave back), said hello to a very enthusiastic dog with floppy ears, got to the brewery and saw how pink I was going and headed back home.
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Not being terribly enthused about the book I was wading through made me spend a spot more time in the big top this year. It's always a struggle for me to sit around people cause I have absolutely nothing to say to anyone. But everyone is nice, as a general rule. And the comfy chairs were particularly comfy, although I'm still unsure about rocking deck chairs. I talked to people I've never talked to before, giggled a lot, and vaguely learnt the essentials of backgammon. My mad volley club skillz came on a treat as well. I even managed a game against Ian and Mandy and left feeling like I hadn't completely embarrassed myself. Success.
Foodwise, I came home feeling a desperate urge for fresh fruit and veg, but we managed to be quite civilised. I only scoffed two bags of crisps taking my year's total up to 11, I think. Possibly 12. Not bad at any rate, considering I've cut down from one bag a day. Pete spoilt us, ambassadorially, with a couple of curries and some pasta-y stuff. 
The unfortunately over-priced cafe food meant that we had a roaring turnout for our barbeque too and got lumbered with lots of meaty stuff that turned rancid in the tent. Nyom.
Alby and I did a fair bit of good juggly stuff over the week. Ian explained what 7 club techno is and we royally pwned back-to-back and transitions between 7 club stuff. Huzzah! We even started learning new stuff, although by the end of the week it was evident that I was just too sleepy-tired to make any more progress.
The trip to see Circus Ferrel went rather well. Saxmundham wasn’t exactly overwhelmed by their presence, but I think we were all enthusiastic enough to cover the local apathy. And fair play to them, by the end of the show a couple of the local mums were cheering and chanting along with us. My extra especial appreciation went to Alex’s nipples for being perky and cheerful, and to the two local lads who did one of the best clown skits I’ve ever seen. Hehehe. 
He trapped his willy in the easel. Hehehehe. Sarah’s ring act was super cool as well. If she can do that again in next year’s BYJOTY she’ll storm it.
Oh yeah, I also got groped by Ewan, licked by some manky stray dog, got a personal best by taking my afternoon nap at 10am, had a spot-on steak, was impressed by Fak’s dancing, and generally had a really, really, really good time.
And I’m so sad to be back in the real world you wouldn’t believe.
