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The family have made it to Monday by the skin of our teeth. I was selling 'Hot Lurch'(our chili sauce) at the local market last Thursday. I had taken two weeks off due to loosing my voice, and husband having to pick up his metal and not being able to pick up the bottles in time for production.

It all seemed to start well a friend arrived by a stroke of luck and sorted out the stall, bought me a coffee, I parked the car, and she even stayed for a chat. Spoke to a nice woman who was selling her brothers animal prints(the racing hare was wonderful) and she kindly agreed to get him to sign one of his cards. This can be one of the husbands Christmas presents at a grand total of £2. After that things went down hill - the guy next door to me bought me a donut (felt sorry for me with my veg soup in a thermos), the antique man then rushed over and said was I expecting another child, the discount book man was quick to follow with - 'why do woman (looking at me) wear their hair with know style, hanging down lankly?' I privately thought do I have ugly cow written on my forward today! I sat eating the donut, licking my lips (antique man giving me a knowing smile from across the market) feeling a little sorry for myself. Only sold eleven bottles so might give next week a miss and go to the gym.

Worked in the shop on Friday selling about £1,050 worth of stock, ate a discount couscous for lunch which was quite tasty. Woman came in for a garter, tried on a number of vintage dresses and left with a 'white fascinater'. I am constantly wondering do any of us shop logically or just get into a frenzy to spend money, and then can not remember anything until we are outside the shop with the bag in our hot little hands floating down the street. I am enjoying the wave of others buying without having to spend a penny myself.

The cousins arrived on Saturday and I spent allot of time filling the recycling bin out of their eye line with all the discount brand packaging. In a moment of safety I cleared my brother in laws computer off the kitchen table, placed it on the single bed/sofa (one day we will have a wild party again and the bed could be used!) onto a cushion, out the the five children's reach. He later discovers I had placed the computer directly on top of 'Silvo's' sh**, which went over his hands, computer bag and into the computer through the bottom grate. His time was spent taking the computer apart and clearing up sh**. Never the less the whole family enjoyed Sunday lunch greatly and were none the wiser to the higher sugar and salt contents no doubt!