Mixed Lot

I am shattered. That's because I was up at 2am this morning and by 7am was zipping down the A146 to Beccles and the antique street market where Daniel, Helen and I sold for England. Antique dealing is a little bit like gambling on the horses - it's all too easy to back a loser. Today, however, our nag came home a 16-1 winner. All three of us returned home with a fistful of dollars and we'll be back for more of the same on the 4th September (double stall please Kate - you promised!)
Selling in a small country Suffolk town is rather different to trading in Norwich - there are more farmers for starters. It's all rather more genteel too - thieves and homeless people are notable by their absence. All of the people were very nice and more than happy to spend their money. How wonderful. A bit of sun and a lot of shade. A lot of wind too and a hog roast. No hint of hostility or hassle or humbug. A lot of laughter and a bit of gossip. Most enjoyable and profitable. Well done to the organisers.
Arriving home to a glass of red and a home-cooked stew; how divine. Over dinner, I asked Henry why he stuck Easter egg foil so far up his nostril that Beth thought he would have to go to hospital (until it was eventually blown-out) 'I don't know' he answered before rolling his bread between both palms to create a 'sausage'. Take a glimpse into my world and wonder at what might happen next...