I spent a few hours serving in the shop today, to get my hand in before spending most of next week there. I do enjoy it. His customers are lovely and even the odder ones are entertaining.
The charming man who pinched my bottom in the village pub a couple of years ago came in to buy some walnuts. He always reminds me of the occasion, which he remembers with considerable pleasure because I laughed instead of slapping him. And the chap who dresses all in Lycra as he is a keen cyclist, and who always buys bananas. Sally from the about-to-reopen after many years Fisher Theatre came in, asking for cob nuts. Fresh cobs are finished – “not even a few at the bottom of a box?” “Well, I’ve got a few at home, but they are drying out.” “That’s all right, as long as they’ve got their leaves on, I only need 3 or 4 for a stage prop.” I’ve put them in the car already as I’m bound to forget in the morning. As it is, I must remember to pick some spinach for an order.
Simple, undemanding busyness is a pleasure sometimes. I often spend whole days at home without seeing anyone except the family, unlike the Sage, who is very sociable, so just chatting, being friendly, is a change for me.
I’ve also taken the photos for our website. And the catalogues are printed and will be posted in a couple of days. Someone phoned, wanting a valuation done.
Thanks for kind messages. I’ll keep you posted.