Hmmm - another Why Did I Bother . . .

 I sold just ONE item all morning.  Then 3 more by mid afternoon, but I haven't covered my outgoings yet.  February is not a good month for a Fair, and the weather didn't help either.  I was talking to another dealer friend today and saying people used to know about antiques and knew what they were looking at - now they haven't the foggiest and it's all about "the look".  What happened to those people who DID know about antiques - they can't have ALL died off during Covid.

Here's my rubbish . . .

I took the ginger Babbacombe cat off Keith's gran's dresser this morning, on the principal it was collectable, and I have just kept the little pair of black and white kittens beside it, which I have a really soft spot for.  The cat sold as a birthday present.

The little Indian horse (on right) sold too.  A good bit of age to that.

At one time, the little wooden horse and cart (c. 1900 or so) would have flown out.  Likewise the little drum shaped seed measure behind the repro pistol.   Many "old friends" on these two tables, and newer friends rapidly turning into newer old friends . . .  

The chimney is now done anyway, and new ridge tiles in place and a muddy track across the lawn, but can't be helped.  They cleared the guttering on the stable block too and put my other roll of hedgehog anti-leaf stuff in it.  The attic should hopefully soon dry out now.  

Right, an hour in front of the tv and it will be bed.  I was awake from 2.10 a.m. last night till nearly 6 a.m.  Alarm went off at 6.40 . . .