Sixteen

That's how many cards I sold today. Not really worth the stall rental.

However, I realised that these glittery numbers, which I bought for teaching numerals to one of my students, can also be used to stick on to cards, next time someone asks for a 70th birthday card, or similar.

On the networking front, I commissioned another stallholder to make me some bunting for my stall, and borrowed some car-themed cards (sale or return) from a card seller, to take to a motor show next weekend. She'll pay me commission. All of this is useful. Plus, I had Persian street food for lunch.

Back home, I lay in the hammock, but emails kept coming in regarding WEA stuff. Part of me wants to go to their national conference in London, next month. I might actually find out how things work.


As it's now the weekend and I have a lot of reading Proust to do, as well as going to London for a memorial get together, I have cleared the sofa in the cabin so I can lie on it and drink gin, and, oh yes! read. Bombe is out here with me now, but the cabin is too messy to blip.