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Tomorrow you’ll find me and Flo at the Matford car boot sale. Kirsty is dropping us off there while she goes into Exeter to return a faulty colander to Lakeland.

Flo’s better on her legs and while she disappears off, on a mission for not even she knows what for, I shall peruse the stalls nearest to the entrance. Of course this means I am left with the most picked over of table tops but that’s fine. There’s not much I need now in this life. Although, I must admit I still use the biscuit barrel with the fleur de lys motif that Flo bought last year at the Newton Abbot car boot sale (she wanted it for the moisture absorbing shaker which she took out to replace the one in her own barrel), to store my bombay mix. Anyhow, I shall take my purse, just in case.

I hope Kirsty cleans the Picasso out before we go. The last time I was in it, my coat picked up so many dog hairs I looked like a yeti. And it smells, of dog. Her Magic Tree Berry air freshener would need to be the size of a tablecloth to be able to cope. When she’s not looking I might give it a squirt of slow release formula Air Wick Aqua Mist, if I can locate the upholstery underneath the dog hairs and Sebastian’s shag pile fibres, that is.

Last year I spotted Radio Devon superstar Judi “Devon Maid” Spires at Newton Abbot. She was haggling over a jigsaw. I don’t think she saw me; well if she had it would have made not a blind bit of difference since we’ve never been introduced. One of the advantages of hosting the midweek morning show must be that you get the weekends off to indulge your passions. The staff at DBLW love Judi and you’ll often find the whole team, crammed into the staff room listening to her show.

I feel it’s a bit warmer today. Spring can’t be far away which means Flo and I have seen off another winter together. Sometimes I wonder if we’d lived farther north, whether we’d still be here? The mild climate in this part of the world is conducive to longevity, that’s what Lillian Greenhalgh used to say. Ironically, in this land of the extended flowering season, it was a hanging basket that did for her.

May 2024
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