On Toy Stall duty at annual Jumble Sale in village hall. First half-hour almost complete mayhem as dedicated bargain-hunters pounce, but gradually begin to make out individual faces and even manage occasional conversation with customers about Makka Pakka or poppies or Duke of Edinburgh Bronze Award. Several say, rather surprisingly, How Much They Love This Jumble Sale; though do feel quite pleased myself when I discover complete 1970s Puffin set of Laura Ingalls Wilder books (50p).
Daughter analysing Wendy Cope poem for homework; dig out own copy of Serious Concerns and spend happy few minutes discussing favourite poems and Young Man who apparently gave me book in 1992.
Heavy rain in evening does not seem to stop fireworks round village, but stay firmly inside with dog and watch The Apprentice. Can’t help feeling that village Horticultural Association does a rather better job of organising coach trips.