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I know this sounds strange, considering the circumstances, but I'm as happy now as I've ever been.
Woke up to realise the farmer's market was on today, and dashed in to town. Well, all right, dashed to the front door then remembered I should really put trousers on first.
I've got to say though, the stall holders at the market are getting conned. Since my parents flog socks made from alpaca wool, I know that other markets sure as hell don't charge £25 per stall just to turn up. My mother hires a table from the site usually, which is about £6-£8, but her most expensive market reaches the dizzy heights of £12.
Ah well. I walked home via Sadlergate, and found to my joy that the new chocolate shop was open! First he plied me with a free sample of hot chocolate, then free nibbles of pretty much anything I picked up off the shelf. I could feel my brain chemistry changing! It's all locally made handmade choccies and cakes, but it's no more expensive than Hotel Chocolat.
It doesn't take much to make me happy, does it?
Also, my coriander has overtaken the basil, and two little shoots have appeared today! Last night I saw Andy rolling his eyes as he heard me cooing over my herbs (seriously, I need a pet) so I turned to him with a massive sickly sweet grin.
"Congratulations, you're a Daddy!"
"Ack, no! Get away!"
"Congratulations! You're a man who's going to be eating fresh herbs later this year!"
"...no, actually that's fine."
Woke up to realise the farmer's market was on today, and dashed in to town. Well, all right, dashed to the front door then remembered I should really put trousers on first.
I've got to say though, the stall holders at the market are getting conned. Since my parents flog socks made from alpaca wool, I know that other markets sure as hell don't charge £25 per stall just to turn up. My mother hires a table from the site usually, which is about £6-£8, but her most expensive market reaches the dizzy heights of £12.
Ah well. I walked home via Sadlergate, and found to my joy that the new chocolate shop was open! First he plied me with a free sample of hot chocolate, then free nibbles of pretty much anything I picked up off the shelf. I could feel my brain chemistry changing! It's all locally made handmade choccies and cakes, but it's no more expensive than Hotel Chocolat.
It doesn't take much to make me happy, does it?
Also, my coriander has overtaken the basil, and two little shoots have appeared today! Last night I saw Andy rolling his eyes as he heard me cooing over my herbs (seriously, I need a pet) so I turned to him with a massive sickly sweet grin.
"Congratulations, you're a Daddy!"
"Ack, no! Get away!"
"Congratulations! You're a man who's going to be eating fresh herbs later this year!"
"...no, actually that's fine."