In an effort to soothe my poor wizened little brain, I decided to make a list. Once you have a list nothing can go wrong. Everything is contained on one little sheet of paper and all you have to do is start ticking the boxes. Unfortunately 45 items later my list had spilled over onto 2 large sheets of paper with columns of unticked boxes glaring balefully back at me.
But we are getting there. The Fete Committee have been great. Many hands make light work and with everyone contributing something, the day is beginning to come together. Rhona has miraculously wheedled support in terms of prizes, money and goods from a number of very generous local firms and organisations. Jean has been sewing miles of bunting and single-handedly organised for the Santry Guild of the ICA to man our tea and cake stall (and that includes making all the cakes). Olive has found the African Drummers (don't ask) and kept us all focussed on the job in hand with timelines and status sheets. Ciara and Jim have been working on the Tour of the Garden, Yvonne has been dreaming up some great games and activities for kids and I've been talking to bouncy castle suppliers and generator people and trying to drum up some publicity for the garden and the event.
So hopefully on Sunday 28th, the strains of a jazz band will be drifting through the garden along with the chatter and laughter of our visitors, the bunting and balloons will be waving in a light warm breeze, friends and family will be basking on their picnic rugs enjoying the peace, or pottering around the garden and orchard and the old red-brick walls will be aglow with late summer sunshine.
It should be a lovely afternoon as long as the weather is kind to us. Which I'm sure it will be. It's fete.