'Times, they are a-changing'

On Friday, my Dad arrived, by suprise, after being down south for months. It's lovely to see him. Unfortunatley for us, my little sister Kelsey, has moved in to Wellington, so we couldn't all hang out, like we would have liked to. So, on Sunday, we went into town to spend some time with Kels. It was an awesome day, the sun was shining. Before we left, I jumped on to Wotzon  to see what was going on around the city that day. I found that Worser Bay Primary School, were having a school fair -Score! So we picked up Kelsey, and headed straight there.

We pretty much all agreed that we were only going for the food. I wanted fudge (mainly just coconut ice), Kelsey wanted a toffee apple and Brad wanted a sausage sizzle. We wound round the road, up the hill, and found a park.



As soon as we entered in through the school gate I realised that this was not the sort of school fair I was used to. For starters, the school was built like a fortress, perched on top of this hill, in Mirimar, overlooking the sea. The view was lovely - that's where it ends though. Everywhere you went, you not only had to combat the crowds of free running children, but also, steps, level changes and winding walkways. I knew then that finding our yum-yum's of choice would be hard.



Brad found a sausgae sizzle an hour into the fair - they had ran out of bread. Oh but you could have a hot sausage & sauce on your bare hand if you wished. No thanks. Brad got his sulk on.



Kelsey and I searched the food stalls and the cafe, no sign of toffee apples or fudge. We tried the craft's room, as a last resort.



What did we find? Candyfloss, popcorn, toffee, rockyroad, gingerbread - no toffee apples, no fudge. We asked the lady if they had just perhaps sold out. "No we decided not to have them this year, and try something different" she told us.



I pulled Kelsey away, before she gave the woman an educatoin, on being a "treats stall holder".

We hung our heads, and decided to leave the entire fair. On our way out we saw two things that truly baffled us all. A Barista serving espresso goodies and a 'Beer Tasting' stall.



We wondered if these things were what the anti-candy woman were reffering to when she said "different". What good is a school fair without a sausage sizzle, fudge and toffee apples? What is even the point?

Someone should notify the authorities. Who does this school think they are, providing beer over candy?



As we walked to the car, Kelsey and I realised just how old we are, as we discussed our seething rage and dissapointment, every sentence started with "When I was a girl..."



Oh my, are we that old, or is it just that the Time's They Are A-Changing?