Winter is banished

Managed to fit a quick half an hour at my local Womens Institute (WI)Country Market on Friday. Now for those of you who have been around for some time you will remember my tales of joy, woe and embarrassment at many a WI Country Market

So there I was, once again, queuing in a small foyer awaiting the call for 'Open Sesame'

We could no longer queue as we were all muddled up into the small foyer as we tried to squeeze in. Oh disaster!

You know how the British like to queue....

This was clearly causing some concern to many of the 80+'s.

'Oooh you were before me'

'Yes, but she was before me'

'she' was ignoring all and edging ever so slowly to the door that held all manner of delights behind....

'Doreen is usually here by now'

A couple of eyes looked at me

'You were before him'

'him' remained still against the wall reading a paper

'Ah yes, I believe I'm third in line'

All eyes looked at me

Incredulously......

Clearly I was supposed to be last in.....

I smiled resignedly

The door opened to Eden

I held back to let them all in

I queued at the Farm table for a free range chicken.

There were none left

'Oh that's a shame my dear'

'Yesss, it issss' Teeth gritted so much my teeth hurt....

I had forgotton that it is alright to muscle my way in

No flowers on the plant table. Too early in the year. I spied a willow twig and leaf display. It looked a tad whacky and amusing but not in a trendy way. I thought it would be perfect on my coffee trunk, I could look at it and smile remembering how quirky we Brits are at times.

'That's very nice, I can just see it in my living room, how much is it?'

'I'll have it!'

Good grief, rude lady...

The Jolly Rotund Lady (JRL) behind the table looked anxious.

I smiled

'No please, this lady's greed, sorry, need, is greater than mine...'

I turned and went to queue in the tea and coffee queue...

Sitting down with a cup of tea and a custard cream biscuit, a hulaballoo at the Plant Table garnered my interest

It appeared that the Whacky Display was lifted up and fell apart as Rude Lady was taking it from JRL. Rude Lady's raised voice of unreason could be heard around the hall.

JRL looked extremely anxious

JRL's co worker loudly chastised her

A crowd besieged the normally quiet Flower Table

Being British and of a certain age of course they couldn't simply stand about watching. They had to pretend to be interested in the disasterous displays and proffered sums of money for items they wouldn't normally put on a kitchen or coffee table......

I chuckled and finished my tea then passed the melee and wandered back to my house....emptyhanded

Winter has gone and I look forward to a summer of Country Markets, Fairs and Village Days.....