What the hell was I going to do today? I wondered. It was Saturday morning. If I was at home I would have been going shopping with Mands and Lizzie. Shopping, I thought in faint recognition. I had almost forgotten what it was. Fat chance of doing that here. I suddenly remembered Elsie saying it was market day in the village that day. Whatever that was. Probably some sort of prehistoric food-bartering system, villagers swapping potatoes for fertiliser type thing. However, God knew, I really did have to get out of the hovel at some stage, the antler-clad walls were beginning to close in on me. Plus, I thought, in a faint glimmer of deluded hope, perhaps there would be something for me to buy? Some local clothing designer yet to make it big? I put on my Plain Jane get-up and drove into the village. It appeared the market was in the church car park, judging by the stalls and crowd of people. People. I’d no idea so many people lived in this town.
