I want to go on everything … the waltzers, big wheel, dodgem cars, the house of fun, helter-skelter, shooting gallery, hook-a-duck …’ Grinning in amusement, Roger Daventry interjected, ‘Slow down, love. Save something for another night. We’re here for another ten days. And don’t forget we’ve a big day ahead of us tomorrow so we need to get ourselves a good night’s sleep.’ ‘As if I could forget what’s happening tomorrow! But now we’ve got everything organised, we’re allowed to have some fun, aren’t we?’ ‘Yes, of course.’ He went over to Joyce, kissing her affectionately on the cheek, then took her seventy-year-old hand tenderly in his seventy-three-year-old one. ‘Come on then, but don’t blame me if all those rides make you ill.’ That evening the old couple were having so much fun at the fair they were oblivious to the fact that their antics were proving far more entertaining to other fair-goers than the rides and stalls were. And the rides never made Joyce sick, nor even queasy, just eager to go on them again and again.
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