It was the last day, end of term feeling bubbling under the seasonal panic as the orders are checked and rechecked. Has anyone been forgotten? Did I leave something at home? Did I remember everything? Setting the table, spacing the treats so all are visible (no favouritism), labels on view, all correctly written. Invoices checked, savouries on ice, everyone in the aprons.
Till sorted.
Such a busy Market, chatting to friends, wishing seasons greetings and mentioning 'this is my last, retirement beckons.' Such kindness. Gifts, cards, well-wishes. Memories of past customers, past Marketeers, what we used to bake, how it all started.
Friends made and kept. Moving house, traveling abroad, futures planned. Let's do lunch - keep in touch.
