My festivating Mannie was most unfestive- it mainly involved endless sweeping of water as I am sure did many others. As a result my arthriitis is giving me gyp, I am on drugs, my feet are webbed, I have eau de dog wafting through the rooms, need a bull and a cow to crop the grass and just went and bough myself a Karcher to try to eliminate the creeping green spores of mould that are trying to engulf me ....as any one would know it is not easy being green
If you want me to take on this job as a part of a team I am more than happy to do so... I am more than happy to do it on my own if you want me too but always think variety is the spice of life and I get a bit dogged about things as you know and have known to also become horse from talking too much so think sometimes that the variety or lack thereof could turn some members somewhat animalistic so suggest that to keep the poetic juices flowing in this case too many cooks would not necessarily spoil the broth, but rather add spice and vivacity to it.
But I puts me hand up mate - count me in.. in the meantime Zondrea's suggestion sounds good to me - watcha reckon mates?
'and the band played'
Cheers
Maureen