So, moving on.
I then had a fast (long to me) walk to the Market Place - I had covered my stall, left a note and told the nice folk next to me that I would be there around 1, after the class. It was busy from the moment I got there - plenty of folk wandering around, the stalls looked great and the stall holders were friendly and cheerful.
To cut a long story short I sold lots, chatted until my throat hurt, laughed more than I have done in months and had a fabulous afternoon. Becca was superb - she helped out so I could go shopping myself, and was a massive hit with people (how could she not be, she's a good egg). The feedback on my sewing was amazing, and I am still so so happy.
The downside - once people had gone around the 'blue' area downstairs there was very little to direct them to the rest of the stalls, which were out of eye sight. And the stairs. Bloody stairs. Some hand written pieces of paper appeared at some point:
Someone said they thought they were written by a disgruntled vendor, I don't know who did them. If by a seller then thank you! If by 'organisers', then shame on you.
We kept busy until the closing time, pootled home (my poor footsies were bleeding, I have a pretty impressive collection of burst blisters - betcha wanted to know that!) and I had a much needed soak.
Becca and I went out that evening with the Injabulo ladies, and had a quiet, sophisticated night. Or not. Much shrieking, much laughter, good food, plenty of wine and cocktails. The Birds and Bees in Stirling, superb staff and decent food, highly recommended.
Late night, utterly exhausted, but as I say a very good afternoon.
Can you tell I am tired, I think these posts are getting shorter and shorter as I go!
Hang in there folks, almost done and then a summary of the whole thing.