A typical Sunday when I have a market. The only difference would be in hubby is home and he would be doing the to and from work trip with the eldest.
6am. The alarm goes off, and in my semi comatose state fumble around to turn it off, and notice something. It’s pouring. Rain, cats and dogs. Yes! The tank needs it. The market doesn’t.
6.15. Figure if I don’t get up its not going to happen, and realise it’s not that cold. Shower and do some quick thinking to figure on easy but warm clothes.
6.30. Put coffee on to cook, boil kettle for thermos, eat breaky, and sort out my lunch. Pack lunch bag, put everything into the car, dodging raindrops and the dog.
7.00 brush teeth and get in car. Ugh, coffee on minty teeth, 😦 Spend 5 mins trying to get iPod sorted through the stereo.
7.05 finally on the road, the rain gets harder the closer I am to my destination.
8.00 arrive and unpack car. Still dodging the rain and now puddles.
9.00 fully set…
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