Last weekend was a bank holiday weekend here in the UK and a little village called Kimpton has a big festival every year. So every year I go with my mum and my god mother. It is always massive fun, with lots of things to do and it is usually beautiful weather. Last year Ed came too and met my family for the first time so it was a little bitter sweet this year but it was good. Despite the 'traditional' bank holiday weather. The theme was "Best of British" so
It was the coldest I remember it being and the drizzle was no fun either, so we headed off to my friend's for a bbq! Her two beautiful girls were in the parade dressed as little WW2 evacuees.
Aren't they gorgeous! So many people were coming up later in the afternoon to say how incredible they looked. We had a great afternoon together inside and later back at the festival. On the Monday we went on the annual trail, hunting for cryptic clues on a walk around the village. We've done it every year since I was about 6 or 7 and we haven't won yet. It is my life's mission but it's really hard and although there have been the odd repeat question, there is a different route and they find different bits in each section.
On Tuesday, I went for my interview. I thought I looked the part.
Yes those would be the totally gorgeous shoes. It went really well but I didn't get the job. I wasn't too disappointed because the school wasn't in the best of situations. In my feedback, they said that I did everything in my lesson really well, gave all the answers in the interview, responded well to the tasks but there was someone better so they got the job. Can't fault that I suppose. Onto the next one.