Market News...

I got an early start this morning (for a Sunday) and took the folks out for a spin in the car. There's an old RAF base about 35 miles out of town where they have a sizeable car boot sale and market every Sunday morning and although it's not my idea of a fun way to spend your spare time, they don't often get the chance to go out there and it must be over a year since we last went. Besides, if I decide on an irresponsible two-seater replacement for the current car, this could be the last chance I get to take them both out anywhere for a while.

That David Dickinson and his TV accomplices has got a lot to answer for - when we arrived around 9:30 the market was already sprawling out as far as the eye could see. Everyone either on the hunt for an original Clarice Cliff for 20p or trying to pass something of that isn't for 20 quid. It is noticeable how the overall vibe about these places have changed since the "Bargain Hunt" type programs infested our airwaves - people are actually prepared to haggle now over a few pence. Still, as the saying goes, one man's rubbish is another man's... er... rubbish.

Anyway, after three hours or so or wandering up and down the aisles, we finally called it a day and all I'd picked up was a sun hat for mum and a couple of bags of stuffed olives (well it's healthier than the bacon butties I would usually have bought). Aside from that, I'd apparently picked up something else that made my stomach feel particularly uncomfortable along the way so without sharing the gruesome details, suffice to say that the journey home was particularly quicker than the one going out.

I'm still not feeling particularly good but now it's worse as I realise I've missed out on Mum's home-made meat pie for Sunday dinner...