SATURDAY, 20 SEPTEMBER 2008
I spent most of last week in a crescendo of unreasonable festering. My problem was my husband was unable to man our stall at Tamahere Market and that meant that I had no choice than be seconded to the role of purveyor of Soggy Bottom Rare Breed Meats. Tamahere Market is on a Saturday and the meat selling duties clashed with my scheduled bike ride which I would be forced to delay. In itself this isn’t a bad thing - it was just that, yet again, I’d been watching the weather forecasts in the Waikato Times and Saturday was going to be a stunner and Monday (the day I had rescheduled by bike ride for) was going to be lousy. My mood was like the black clouds over the Monday sunshine in the paper and it just got worse and I festered.
Saturday came and this morning I did the market and it was very sunny and It didn’t help at all when a mate and his friends rocked up with their bikes and asked me why I wasn’t out on the bike in the lovely weather. Growl, Growl!!
I was distracted from festering a little though, as I sent an SOS text to my friend Chris (requesting she bring a calculator and herself). She appeared with coffee and cakes and muffins and bread and hummus and a son who fleeced me for $1.00 fee when I asked him to fetch me a smoothie – cheek!
Chris helped me with a bit of customer service – but having seen her in action I’m not sure she should give up her day job for a market stall holder! I got a little bit worried and weak at the knees with laughter, when she asked, as she intently riffled though the change box “Do you have any 5 cent pieces in here!!!!” (No Chris - they haven't been around for a few years now in NZ!).
Anyway the market’s over and I’m back at home and the freezers unpacked and this is essentially a day off training and I’m not having much fun because I know for certain the weather is going to be really bad on Monday and I know I’m going to have to sit on the turbo and it’s entirely my husband’s fault. I have reached my unreasonable festering crescendo and my bottom lip is hanging out so much I’m in danger of tripping over it!
I spent most of last week in a crescendo of unreasonable festering. My problem was my husband was unable to man our stall at Tamahere Market and that meant that I had no choice than be seconded to the role of purveyor of Soggy Bottom Rare Breed Meats. Tamahere Market is on a Saturday and the meat selling duties clashed with my scheduled bike ride which I would be forced to delay. In itself this isn’t a bad thing - it was just that, yet again, I’d been watching the weather forecasts in the Waikato Times and Saturday was going to be a stunner and Monday (the day I had rescheduled by bike ride for) was going to be lousy. My mood was like the black clouds over the Monday sunshine in the paper and it just got worse and I festered.
Saturday came and this morning I did the market and it was very sunny and It didn’t help at all when a mate and his friends rocked up with their bikes and asked me why I wasn’t out on the bike in the lovely weather. Growl, Growl!!
I was distracted from festering a little though, as I sent an SOS text to my friend Chris (requesting she bring a calculator and herself). She appeared with coffee and cakes and muffins and bread and hummus and a son who fleeced me for $1.00 fee when I asked him to fetch me a smoothie – cheek!
Chris helped me with a bit of customer service – but having seen her in action I’m not sure she should give up her day job for a market stall holder! I got a little bit worried and weak at the knees with laughter, when she asked, as she intently riffled though the change box “Do you have any 5 cent pieces in here!!!!” (No Chris - they haven't been around for a few years now in NZ!).
Anyway the market’s over and I’m back at home and the freezers unpacked and this is essentially a day off training and I’m not having much fun because I know for certain the weather is going to be really bad on Monday and I know I’m going to have to sit on the turbo and it’s entirely my husband’s fault. I have reached my unreasonable festering crescendo and my bottom lip is hanging out so much I’m in danger of tripping over it!