Urgh, I do hate the annual charity fete, but since I'm the only landowner in the village, I couldn't get away with not offering my gardens for the cause! I've not even had time to change out of my jodhpurs. boots and t-shirt after looking after the horses this morning -everything that involves the great unwashed is *so* time-consuming! This year, Mr Tinsley has had the hare-brained idea of pie-throwing, and has a huge stack of shaving foam pies ready to be thrown at the curate. And then, it appears the curate is ill, and that someone must step in as victim. Well, it's obviously not going to be me. I've done my bit already, and my ancestry goes back to William the Conquerer! I'm not going to be covered in shaving foam in my own garden! Mr Tinsley, sadly. has other ideas. I think the man's actually lost his mind. And once the mayhem begins, I have no idea how to stop people paying the dreadful man to throw yet more pies at me!!