Baggy's daily state!
Depression (Black = really bad/Grey = not great/Blue = okay/Yellow = sunny day): Yellow.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 3.
Tears: No.
Pancakes (Yes/No): Irrelevant?
Syns (Baggy is allowed 8-15): Zillions!
Weight in her terrifying naked state (Stones and pounds): No idea.
Overall day: 👍
Baggy somehow managed to get Hormonal Hannah up at 5.30am this morning. First stop, Furry Mama checked on number one, who she'd tucked up in the spare bedroom, smothered in Vicks vapour rub at about half-seven last night. He was sparko. Baggy unloaded all the stuff from the back of her car, then reloaded it with all her Realuv stock. She couldn't possibly get the trestle table in though, so she just took one little fold up (wall-papering) table. Furry Mama checked on Calum again. He was still fast asleep. She left him a note.
Once at the fair, the manager asked Clara and the stallholder next to her, to expand into the gap between them, left due to a cancellation. Hmmmm! Clever Bird had already realised that her one table wasn't even going to be good enough in her allotted space. She decided to shoot back home again and try and find another little table or two. It's amazing what is in Baggy's Dad's sheds. She headed back with three little fold up (camping) tables, complete with a few year's worth of cobwebs and the odd spider. Clever Bird had just re-parked at the fair when Calum called. "How are you going to do the show without the trestle table?"
"Ah sorry. Did I wake you? How are you? You sound a bit better. I'll manage, I just came back for extra tables".
"Yeah, I'm much better. I'll bring the trestle over in Billy Bob."
"No, I'm fine. Stay in bed", said Baggy, (while thinking, "oh yes that would be brilliant, please come over"), "You need to rest".
"I'm fine. I'll be there in a bit".
"Are you sure? Well you can go straight home again".
Baggy was struggling to unpack everything and figure out where to put her tables. "Arghhhhh, I need my sister", mutter, mutter. Gentle panic. When Calum arrived with the trestle table. Baggy was delighted until Furry Mama realised the state that he was in. If it's possible to look pale and bright red at the same time, with a mist of sweat hazing the features, then that was Calum.
"Thank you", said Baggy, "but please sit down".
He flopped into the chair while Clara carried on unpacking. "Are you going home?"
"No, I might as well sit and rest all day here with you, as at home without you". Bless him, Baggy needed the support.
Eventually she had everything unpacked and vaguely displayed. "Fancy a cup of tea and a bacon butty?" asked Cal.
"That would be lovely, before the hoards arrive".
No hoards arrived! It was a very quiet fair. Once again Freda Fretter had Clara worried that her stuff was: badly displayed, inadequate, over-priced, under-priced, just not good enough. Clever Bird made her go for a wander. Freda felt better afterwards. A couple of little sales later, Calum disappeared and came back with some cappuccino and lunch. Bless him. Clever Bird did a couple of sums. Hoards required. Still no hoards arrived. A couple more sales though, one of which was a Delft pendant/brooch. Well at least the pitch fee, car parking, bacon butties and lunch had now been covered. A couple more very little sales.
Furry Mama suddenly realised that Calum had gone a very peculiar shade of mottled grey. "Urrrm, you don't look too good. Are you all right?"
"I'm not sure, perhaps I'll just get some fresh air".
While he was gone, Clara had two sales, totalling a whole one pound! Cal looked a teeny-weeny bit better when he got back.
"Feeling better?"
"Yes", with a sheepish look.
"What have you bought?"
Even sheepier!
"Well, I suppose I'd better fess up".
Sigh!
Cal retrieved a pair of vintage pruning shears from his trouser pocket.
Very big sigh!
At that moment the manager came round to ask if she'd be back next month. Baggy heard Clara saying, "Oh yes please, I'll persevere".
Clever Bird has decided that the way she needs to look at it is that they had a nice day out with breakfast and lunch and it only cost them six pounds. By the time Baggy had repacked all her stock and loaded it back into the car, she was exhausted. But next time she needs to get The Domestic Goddess organised and take breakfast and lunch with them like all the professionals do, had she done so they'd have made some money!
As Clara checked her Etsy Realuv on-line shop, to make sure that she'd deactivated the products that she sold today, Clever Bird suddenly realised that she had a sale! Another vintage postcard will be heading to Los Angeles on Monday and today's profit just went from minus six pounds to plus twenty-nine pounds. Well it's better then nothing heh baggees?..........
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