This morning was very wet indeed - this was a great shame as it is Friday - Market Day here in our little town. And our market is a very good one. I list the stalls I can remember - vacuum cleaner parts, flowers and flowering plants, pets, materials, cards, clothes, hardware, olives, Indian take away foods, garden centre, two wonderful fruit and vegetable stalls, an excellent fish stall selling all kinds of fish and shellfish, sweets and biscuits, CDs and Videos, local home-cured butchery (fantastic dry cure bacon), computer supplies, jewellry, hats, - and I am sure I have missed one or two. Of course, when it is very wet people don't turn out for the market and the traders know this so they don't turn up. There were only about half a dozen stalls this morning and by half past eleven the sun was shining - too late.
I always meet a group of friends in the coffee bar on a Friday morning at ten o'clock. We never miss meeting and it is a real
focal point in the week. Yes, we are back to friends again and how important they are.
I have the most incredible cough left over from a bug I got a fortnight ago. Every night I get to bed and then cough myself silly (and keep the farmer awake). Anybody got an ideas on how to shift it?