I had to laugh.
Last night while I was waiting for the youth club to depart the hall
I head a slightly exasperated volunteer called out
“ Amy, don’t put that much toilet roll down the toilets again please “
I couldn’t supervise the youth club if they paid me.
Anyhow it was the attic sale today and thing were quiet given the glorious weather.
My sister made 85£ on her quality stall. I made considerably lesson mine but sorted a profit out nevertheless. It was therapy too as everything I had brought was taken to the charity shop afterwards.
Nothing of mine came home with me.
I saw a lot of faces not caught up with in a while The Gop Farm Matriarchs, Boffin Cameron’s mum, Moterbike Jean, and others, and was home by 2 pm in time to water the plants Janet had planted up for my birthday and wake the dogs up for dinner.
I buried Albert in my old field.
Right in the corner by the pig pen.
In the spot he adored murdering rabbits in.