Extreme tiredness is a horrid thing. It usually takes me 3 days to get over a long working weekend Fair like this. Having been browbeaten by that awful woman seems to have put a factor of "times ten" on this . . . Being so tired means that I cannot harness the power of logical thought to deal with the situation, or to put it behind me. I was in bed 11 hours last night, but awake for an hour or so in the middle of the night. I have done the chores that had to be done here, and also been grocery shopping as the car has to go and be checked tomorrow, and don/t now how long I will lose it for. I may well not be able to go to my quilting group on Wednesday, nor see my friend Nia on Thursday. Here's some photos anyway.
As you can see, a double stand (and a bit at one end) just wasn't enough room. I have 7 tables full at Builth! House rule is no stock out in the aisle, as it gets in the way of people with wheelchairs or mobility scooters, or pushchairs. So I had to sit out there instead, in all the germs, because cowbag next door had taken my sitting space.
I've been offered this stand next time, as it has more room, but judging by the cover he's got up, it suffers a lot with condensation from the glasshouse roof . . . At the moment, I never want to do another Fair again . . .
Right, I am off for my holiday jab in an hour. Last week I had the jitters about it, and this week I would definitely rather jump off a cliff than go on holiday, which is not a good thought to have.
Thank you for all your kind comments. This weekend has pushed the grieving progress back months.
