A fairly uneventful weekend; Hubby had the weekend off work and it was market day on Saturday so we went for a stroll.
Picked up a knitted doggy coat for Sash (too small), Hubby got some ratchet ropes for his truck (can never have too many ropes or ratchets).
We saw an anvil at the tool stall and instantly thought of Hubby’s colleague pal Troy, who has been looking for an anvil to beat his medieval pageantry armour. We were expecting to run into Troy and his partner M and sure enough, about 15 minutes later we did.
The anvil at the tool stall was very small and the asking price too large. Instead M took great delight in showing us the anvil they did buy – a miniature sized one for $5!
Went our separate ways again, one last stop near the tool place I looked up and saw a familiar face.. except it was far older than the last time I saw it, about 13 years ago! It was an old beau Rushie, with white hair and beard, a wife (?) and brood of kids in tow. I wondered if they were his, or whether it was a patchwork family.
Anyway, he was leaving and didn’t see me. As he strolled away I saw him light up one of his “tailor-made” cigarettes and if I’d still had doubts as to who he was, I was pretty sure then.