(Another post that's been in drafts for several weeks).
Time it was let out.
About 6 weeks before Colin passed away I hauled the boxes of car-boot stuff out from under the stairs. We were going to take them on a good weather Sunday. They stood in the hall just inside the front door and I added a few more bits to the boxes but of course I didn't actually get to do the sale as it was either wet or too hot and then he was poorly.
I didn't want to put the boxes back under the stairs as that is more difficult than getting them out and I soon got fed up with walking round them, so a few weeks ago I decided to load up and take them to the local Sunday boot sale at Stonham Barns. It's much more civilized than the huge Saturday one at Needham-Market, which means you don't have to get there at silly-o-clock. I arrived at 7.15 and was in good time to unpack. There aren't masses of dealers crowding round the car....... thank goodness!
I've never done a boot sale on my own before but loads of people do, so I wasn't worried. Son and Daughter in law plus Willow of course came to see me and found some more clothes for Willow, she's growing so quickly.When I needed to nip to the loo I "borrowed" the son of a lady who was selling stuff opposite me to just to keep an eye on everything. (Another benefit of this car boot sale........enough proper toilets and no queueing for a scruffy portaloo)
I spent the time people watching......some very strange shapes were seen as it was warm and much flesh was on view! But something happened that made me, the lady opposite and a lady on the next car boot look at each other in horror. A family....Mum, perhaps Dad- not sure, and two children - boy and girl of about 8 or 9. The boy was just a few steps ahead at the next lady's table with the other 3 in front of my stall. When suddenly the man shouted at the boy " come back here" (all of 12 feet) "you must stay where we can see you, there are bad people who could take you away and we wouldn't know". The man carried on like this, in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear, for several minutes, it was so frightening to hear this at a rural car-boot sale when the boy was only a few feet away and no crowds of people anywhere. I don't know about the boy, but the man frightened me! Are things really so bad? I don't believe they are, not in this part of the world, no wonder children suffer from stress.
I didn't have anything worth much to sell so it went for 50p, £1 or £2.
My best sale was a whole load of crafting stuff that I knew I'd never
use for £10 for the lot.
Came home with over £50, well pleased.
Left over = Two bags of stuff went to charity shops and a couple of things into the rubbish bin and one or two things back into the house but Nothing back under the stairs except the books. (Until a couple of days ago when I began to sort through some things from the garage and started a new box-under-the-stairs for next year!)
Traveling along country roads early in the morning has it's compensations. That Sunday morning I saw 2 muntjac deer crossing the road, 3 hares ran across the road ahead of me and numerous rabbits were out and about.
The bit below hasn't been in drafts........it's brand new.
Oh Bother, a blog that I read has vanished................again. Thank you to everyone who doesn't disappear, everyone who keeps writing something for me ( and others) to read and enjoy.
And many thanks for comments, I find them very supportive.