Another Christmas Saturday, another event in the town.
Shivering while playing Christmas music concerning snow and reindeer will not warm up the band. I hope they have hot toddies at their sides as their fingers must be frozen. The fellow at the back has been somewhat excited by the songs however!
The audience could not restrain their enthusiasm as you can see, the big man in red emerging from his grotto to listen to the band. Possibly he wishes to avoid being inside alone with kids in these days of lawyers adverts and tabloid journalists! Sadly dealing with kids on one level has not changed but on another PC attitudes and neurotic mums make it impossible to be alone with a child.
Like me many men will not talk to kids who talk to us innocently, however if one required help I, like most, would step in, whether others thought this right would have to wait for later.
The market swarmed as it did last week, grumbling people, cold stallholders, far too few stalls. A very good opportunity to sell the town has fallen flat with poor planning and lack of experience. Mind you I went to two of the usual stalls and obtained what I required. I avoided the newer trendy ones as it was home made stuff, jewellery and the like, nice in itself but not for me.
One Saturday to come, Christmas almost Eve, must do better.
Note the cheery smiles...
My shopping ended at the sweet stall I usually ignore. These