I only found out about the Tullamore Agricultural Show poetry competition on my return from holidays on Tuesday, thanks to Michael Farry, so I sent off my two entries on Wednesday. The entry form was a little confusing but I put Poetry down in the section marked Class (they have Art, Photography, Livestock etc) enclosed a cheque and hoped it would get down for Friday.
Well, it did. I know this because I got a phone call from a committee member on the Thursday, asking me which category I was entering. This kind of puzzled me, as I had attached my two poems and put Poetry on the entry form. What did they think? Aberdeen Angus? Rhode Island Red?
I can only assume my poetry is getting more and more obscure.
Connie Roberts (above - hint, the one with the smaller necklace) is the judge of this one. This is good news, as she would probably have won it herself.