We spent the morning at the local flea market where, true to weather report, it blew a gale for half the morning and for the other half took a deep breath and really started to blow. No attempt was made to erect the gazebo I had set ready on the evening before. Our display was severely compromised by components thereof having a tendency to fly into the middle of next week unless held down physically. Finally, I managed some sort of weighting-down, but then one couldn’t see stocks half as well as before.
R, and her friend T in particular, did a wonderful job of salesgirlship, greeting everyone who passed and telling them about the school cat and the need to raise funds for its welfare and that of feral cats generally. Also, of extolling the virtues of the chocolate brownies, rice cakes and iced blobs they had prepared (sadly, the fudge hadn’t set) and of marketing their lucky packets, and the keyrings, bags and mugs they had received for sale from Cats of Durban.
Finally, the wind proved too much for us and we rested our case. Including some early Christmas shopping by indulgent parents, grandparent and friends the total raised was over R3 000-00!
Having got up extra early to prepare, after a night from hades with a dog that refused to settle down and after being consigned to the bathroom dug a large hole in the door to the sound of yelping, scratching and banging, all we wanted to do was sleep. The thing is, if we let him out he would simply have gone and disturbed the other part of the family in the main house.
Anyway, in the bedroom was some bad and great news. The bed was fully occupied. The occupants were M and Amber who have been feuding since kittenhood.
At last they have put their pawprints on a truce, and Amber seemed delighted to find that I no longer chase her away from the cottage on sight.