'Strawb'ries! Apples! Bananas! Everythin' fer a pound! I say pick your own, then take 'em 'ome! Move along people! We're losin' light!' *phew* And fruit stall done. Now it's on to queue for cheeses. Brie for a quid? Yes. Of course. Please. Cheshire? Stilton? Leicester? Ummm... yes. I mean no! I mean, can you put it in a bag please? Wait here, I'll go buy tomatoes, you browse the junk stalls, anything you like, nothing you need, and is 70 pence too much for a row of stringer beans? I have no garden. Right. But I will. In two weeks. Should I wait? Or buy tomato plants now? And an 'erb garden? Good price on that, but don't drop the bloody 'h'. Will the offer still be there in two weeks? Can't decide. Not enough time. Is there ever enough time?
Never on a market day.
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