Being asked to hold a stall selling items at the Womens' Institute Winter Fair was a bit of a conundrum for me. I couldn't be bothered spending hours making pickled gherkins or country jams or green tea or any of that malarkey. Instead, I thought it was time to clean the attic out of things I had grown out of, and so here's how my stall looked.
That yellow one looks like a challenge. I bet those WI ladies were dripping like a George Foreman grill. I know I am just looking at them, in fact I'm stuck to the chair!
ReplyDeleteThat's a wonderful turn of phrase "dripping like a George Foreman grill".
DeleteSadly, one of the elderly villagers (let's just call her Mrs B) wanted to test-drive the yellow one. She didn't even bother to do it in private, for size, as it were, right there and then in front of the entire village hall. I'll never understand rural ways...