...for the time of year, and I'm busy ordering stock like a woman with no arms.
Don't usually worry too much about restocking in January, as long as we've got some good stuff in time for Valentine's Day, but the milder weather is bringing people out so we're a bit busier than usual this month - not complaining! And after a very busy December the shelves are looking a bit gappy in places.
It's lovely to see actual people in the marketplace, not tumbleweed, and to have humans to talk to instead of the farm cat, whose visits are shorter and less frequent now he's found another three sources of grub among the farm tenants. Being dog people ourselves we're used to huge shows of gratitude at feeding times, not this stalking in, yowling, chucking bits of food everywhere (the poor old boy is a bit short on teeth) then stalking back out, without as much as a please, thank you or kiss
my ***. God love him.
This time last year we had 6 inches of snow on the ground of course, and those of us that braved the elements were busy clearing paths and chucking salt and grit everywhere in the hope that some intrepid souls would make it this far along Brogdale Road. Like Kevin Costner in Field of Dreams, we worked on the basis of 'if you build it they'll come'. ( I don't think many did, but you have to keep the faith.)
Time to put the kettle on and see if there's still some leftover shortbread knocking around under the cash desk, fingers crossed :D