Today we have been in our shop for four years. It’s in the middle of an estate, where people pop in to say hello, and other things that are more personal. It’s lovely chatting to them, and listening to different stories, funny or touching sometimes.
We came home a bit earlier today as it’s started snowing. That picture was taken during the summer. I was wrapped up like an eskimo today. We keep the door open, as it’s easier for customers to pop in, also we find that having half the shop outside, a bit like Open All Hours, helps to sell our stuff. Soon, we’ll be painting that red part green to match the garden theme, as we sell plants in the spring and Summer.
I will be making up hanging baskets when the weather gets warmer, but for now, it’s sausages and onions on rolls with tomatoes. Heating on, and slippers keeping my feet toasty and warm. Here’s a poem about the wintery weather.
Quote of the day comes from Georgette Heyer.
“Presumably, if you continue to hand over the goods your sales are bound to increase a bit.”
Poem. Fire Gazing.
Gazing deep into a crackling fire,
Flames curling round and snaking higher.
Toasted chestnuts, crunchy toast,
Buttered crumpets I like most.
So cosy here,
With my glass of beer.
Pillows behind me,
Feeling very comfy.
A knock at the door, wind is howling,
I won’t go to answer, thieves may be prowling.
Telephone rings breaking my dreams,
They’re trying to sell double glazing it seems.
I shout, “Go away for goodness sake.”
Then settle back down with a large slice of cake.
An almighty crash, then glass all around,
That gigantic tree, uprooted from ground.
So now I have to make a call,
I need new windows after all.
Gazing deep into the dying ember,
Where’s my phone book? I can’t remember.
The man next door gave me a shout,
I tried to warn you but thought you were out.
Just go away for goodness sake,
Leave me alone with my beer and cake.