Well another day another few quid actually but what's currency between friends?

Life on the market this week has been a mixture of fun and frustration. Never mind my beautiful jewels and stunning batiks, disregard my colourful pashminas, one man at Fakenham strode into my stall and declared he'd only come to look at the weights (156lbers holding rooting the stall to the ground in blustery winds.) He wanted to find out the make.

I've heard of train & plane spotters but weight spotters, well that's a new one on me!