I was obliged to go into town. This is never a good thing and I had put it off as long as I could, but my son had errands for me and it could not be delayed any longer. Reluctantly, I braved the concrete and traffic, thankful that in spite of busy roads, they are only comparatively busy, even on a market day.
The market was, at least, some small consolation. You never know what you will find, even in a small town. The stall selling hot food caught my eye, and only my ever-expanding waistline stopped me from trying the goat stew. The summer clothes were a bit on the early side, given the chill in the air, but just around the corner, I spotted a new shop. Which just goes to show how often I go into town. Apparently, it has been there for a couple of years…
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