Funny old week

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.

You can read more about Tom and his book here.

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!