THESE UNPRECIDENTED TIMES

I am going to make a point of blogging more often...   I promise...

OK the market is now in its second lockdown.   

This not only means I can't meet my lovely "trader" friends, but I also can't see my lovely customers who, over the years, have also become friends.

It's true you know...  You, really, don't realise what you have, until it is gone.

A week ago, today, I was giggling and chatting, learning and enjoying your company.

I learned that Connecticut IS spelt differently to how you pronounce it...   I thought the English had that, weird phenomenom, nailed with Worcestershire and Worcestershire Sauce. 

I learned that there was 'No Way' we would know the Presidential election result on the 3rd of November....  It would take MUCH longer.

I learned that market life goes only ever, one of two ways...

1.  Sitting, twiddling your thumbs, worrying you're not going to get any customers...
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2.  Everyone turning up at once, queue's forming, me worrying that I am too slow and taking up too much of your time...

I also learned the best bit of all...   I posted a post on my Instagram saying that this was going to be the last time that  I would be there for a while...   

I was fully expecting people to stay in the comfort of their own homes as the Covid figures were rising, it was a crappy day weatherwise etc etc...

I was trying to encourage my lovely friends to come and say hello/goodbye for a while....  Because I sincerely thought I would have time to natter and chatter...

So for all of you lovelies - Tony, Paul, Sabi, Londondub, Sean, Freddy, Depti, etc, etc... (I know there were many more please let me know so I can add you).

Thank you, so much, for taking time out to come and see me...

Thank you for supporting small businesses, like mine,  every single purchase you make, go's towards feeding my lil crotch fruits, paying the bills etc... Sadly not towards my, third, luxury yacht...

I wouldn't have it any other way...   

Stay in touch ...

Here's a cute chick pic to make you smile...  her name is Rum...  She is a very soft, fluffy little chick, that will live in bliss for the rest of her life, and NO... she will NEVER become dinner... she will die of old age, with her great, great, great, great, great (repeat) grandchildren by her side...

Look at those peepers....  she was born with eyeliner that we, mere mortal Human Sapiens, crave...