"I'm sorry Gordon. I don't think you're quite up to it this year," said Dad.
Well, that's a relief then. I can watch all the pampering and snooze contentedly when it gets all too much. Suits me fine. Sylvia, too, looks quite content to let the children bustle excitedly around.
So earlier this week Dad made the decision:
"Don - you will represent us in the Gold cock class. Dora - you will be my final choice as a Gold hen - you are looking very smart! Syd - will you go in the Silver cock class? And Lisa - would you like to go in the Silver hen class? Now then - this is more tricky - cockerels and pullets - Gaylord - I pick you! And Gilly! And you little Suzy - you can go too! I don't think you young Silver boys are quite up to it this year - but you'll have your chance later, I'm sure! Just left to find a trio of Golds then --- you two girls match up very well - Gloria and Grace. Just a nice Gold cockerel to find then --- Hhhmmm. Gabriel! I pick you!"
So today, well before dawn had even thought about dawning, Dad left with his excited passengers. Three of the young Rosecombs went as well - and as it was a particularly important Show for the Sebright Club, Dad also had a big banner and 6 silver and gold star-shaped balloons in the car. Mum waved goodbye from the warmth of the cottage as he disappeared into the fog, obscured by cardboard boxes and jiggling balloons.
Good Luck Dad!