‘Flaming’ isn’t actually the word that I have trundling around in my head, but this is a Family-Friendly blog and I have to pretend that I don’t know any bad words because I’m a nice, middle-class lady and my epithets aren’t supposed to stretch beyond “blast”, or possibly “bother”.

I’ve no sooner managed to pack up and send off the Centre’s books to our accountants than there’s another fundraiser looming up on the horizon … Music For a Summer’s Evening.

We’ve actually done this before … with an opera group. We pretended we were a mini-Glyndebourne, only instead of champagne we had Lambrusco, so you get the picture. Think down-market mini-Glyndebourne.

This time, we have ‘Indie’ folk singers providing the entertainment.

No, I have absolutely no idea what ‘Indie’ means, either, but I’m hoping for the best. Frankly, I’ll settle for them just staying in key.

This year, I’m probably going to have to be present, because we’re a bit short-handed. The good and faithful Catherine did herself a nasty in her kitchen and has cracked many things in her shoulder, rendering her hors de combat for the foreseeable future.

We’re borrowing gazebos for the event from Muncaster Castle, and last time around they also loaned us the excellent and heroic Stewart, who unfortunately ran into a little trouble with the last gazebo. I say ‘unfortunately’ because I snigger every time I think about it. To this day, I can’t imagine how he managed to explain the problem to the Castle without sounding as if he was in a Carry-On film.

You try it: “I can’t get the gazebo up”.

Damn … there goes the “Family Friendly” tag …