It started off last Sunday, all grey and grim and soggy with a very rainy market in Bath. (If you did come out, then thank you. And if you didn't, I don't blame you!)
Then I had a sulky patch mid-week - I'd been told that my Stamp piece was going to be included in a jubilee shopping page in Homes & Antiques magazine, but it wasn't used in the end.... only no one told me that until I went to the news agent to buy a copy, feeling very pleased with myself (and mentally ticking one item off my list of New Years Resolutions).
Obviously, once I realised it wasn't there I felt that I shouldn't buy a copy of the magazine, on principle. Instead, I went to the bookshop to grumble to Mr S, and came home with a new book: a beautifully written account of one man's final illness. One hour into it and I was pretty clear that I ought to stop feeling sorry for myself and get things into perspective.
And then, finally, the sun came out yesterday in Frome. For one day only, like a burst of bright colour after what feels like weeks of grey skies. I had a lovely time at the Artisan Market - it was busy and noisy and full of people and buggies, and dogs, and small children, and it was exactly what I needed to lift my spirits. So now I'm very much looking forward to next month's market - huzzah!