A poor photo of lots of Winstanley cats. I sold my one yesterday to a lovely customer.
. . .I truly could not have managed without them - or Tam and Jon's lovely friends - who made it a stress-free fair, and although I am very tired, it was very successful. I got the feeling that people were thinking Sod It and treating themselves! Fine by me :) So Gabby and Tamzin, take a bow. I am SO grateful. Tam had a roaring UTI today but loaded and unloaded ALL the boxes into and out of the car for me, bless her. Keith always used to do that and my upper body strength is pitiful these days.
I am hoping that I have turned a corner with confidence and what have you. Several friends over this weekend said I was looking better and seeming more my old self again. For once, I wasn't particularly worried about doing the Fair. I wasn't worried about taking card payments - now I can do it on my phone it is simple and it makes a difference to having or losing a sale in this day and age. Several items from Keith's militaria found new homes, which is a relief as I didn't want to lose money on them putting them through auction. I felt he was with me and perhaps sending folk to my stall. Two friends turned up who hadn't heard about Keith's death, so that was hard to share, but they stayed ages to talk and see I was OK, and it was SO good to see them again.
Rumour has it that the new company who have taken over the Fair, are going to charge more money for half the space in future, so that should soon kill the Fair stone dead. We will see - and I blardy hope not, that is such a stupid idea.
Right, being a wino now and having a nice glass of Sauvignon Blanc. Reckon I deserve it. Tam's on water and painkillers.
