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Today was Market Day in our little village, when I say little it is small just a huddle of houses. Although we do have a village hall (the location of the market), a garage, a health food shop and a church, but no vicar. We used to have a vicar but he retired and the new one went mad and ran away. Vicars are not keen on Zombies or Witches Covens and because we’re not that far from The Devil’s Chair we have both in abundance and they do like a quiet church for parties and general get togethers. Something some vicars can find tricky to come to terms with.
Today was Market Day in our little village, when I say little it is small just a huddle of houses. Although we do have a village hall (the location of the market), a garage, a health food shop and a church, but no vicar. We used to have a vicar but he retired and the new one went mad and ran away. Vicars are not keen on Zombies or Witches Covens and because we’re not that far from The Devil’s Chair we have both in abundance and they do like a quiet church for parties and general get togethers. Something some vicars can find tricky to come to terms with.
Anyway back to the point. My
wife and I headed off to the market to buy stuff. There are veggies, an ethnic
stall that sells some nice shirts for £10 (a bargain, I have loads), a bread
stall with very nice bread. They are a strange religious group, but seem a nice
bunch of folk. Well the women are; I have never seen any men and the
women are all from the USA. There is a smallholder who sells great sausages and
bacon and someone selling interesting cheeses. There is also a chap selling ancient
tools that old folk like me chat too and ponder tools from the past. OOOooooo
and the man who sells me loads of bird food. . . . I’m sure he has trained them
(the Birds) to eat extra. . . . . And a
few other stalls from time to time plus the option of tea and bacon butty’s on
site . . . (I now have them as the occasional treat, not every week).
Anyway after a chat about
stuff and then wandering home it was time for a cup of tea and a bit of cake
and then some lunch and a chill with another cup of tea. A chap needs to rest
after a long morning testing sausage samples and poking at obscure tools and
complaining about how much small birds can eat.
After lunch it started
raining again (I was not happy) but I ventured out towards the workshop I am
making and did some proper work fixing a breathable membrane on the outside of
the structure before I clad it. Thanks to the rain I still can’t fit the
roofing felt. And I must take a few pics soon.
I then ate food. Pasta, so
something healthy which means I can maybe eat something unhealthy later, we
will see. I am chilling again now in the office and the cats have not
found me yet so it is peaceful and that is good.
So that’s it . . . . a fairly uninteresting day in general, but
this is a diary and folk dont leap about doing exciting things every day.
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