However, the biggest ‘cock-up’ I’ve managed this week…
When the AOH (the group coordinating the publication of the Open House trails brochure) sent me the proof via email, for some reason it wouldn’t download. We all had two days to proof read it so I asked for a hard copy to be posted to me ASAP. It never came. The deadline passed and I foolishly assumed it was OK.
Rule 1: DON’T ASSUME ANYTHING
I now know why I never received the hard copy - they sent it to the wrong house. Not number 12 Chester Terrace but 2 Chester Terrace, that being the address in the draft brochure.
I must have been born under a lucky star… my friend and fellow exhibitor Bill Black had been sent a draft copy of the brochure, spotted the cock-up, did some fast phoning around and, to cut a long story short, saved the day.
Three cheers for Bill.
So now onwards and upwards!
Next week: I must sort out the framers; see Andrew Tanner (my Ceramicist) about setting up; phone Peter Nott about invigilating; hustle the kitchen crew into getting it finished (I’m not saying my electrician’s slow, but I could have invented electricity in the time he’s taken to wire up the under-unit lighting; mow the lawn; organize some hand-outs; paint the garden door; bake some cakes - Baby Belling, here I come!

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