This Little Piggy Went to Market

I know I don’t have to talk to six at weekends but sometimes the opportunity presents itself…

Once in a while they have a “bygones” market in Woodbridge. It’s put on by an entrepreneurial chap who spends the rest of his life buried in computer programs. But three or four times a hear he fills our Market Hill with stalls selling everything from make-it-yourself draw-string purses to table croquet. It’s unique and great fun.

And if I was going to nip into town to get some dried apricots for our B&B guests, then I wasn’t going to miss the market.

And, of course, I wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to arm myself with 50 piggy cards and mingle with a crowd.

And if you give out little pink cards shaped like piggies, you get to talk to people – like, for instance, the painter and decorator.

“How long does it take to do a decorating job?”

“Days, weeks… as long as it takes.”

“So they make you cups of tea?”

“Yes.”

“And they go out shopping and leave you there, painting away?”

“Yes.”

“So they trust you? Look I’d better tell you what I’m thinking because this could make you a lot of money.”

So he’d got a DVD and we’re talking on Monday.