Sunday Morning

I've just had an unexpectedly nice Sunday morning. I'll write about last night later today (confused?) but Boring Old Barnet transformed itself today and was actually fun! I went to the supermarket and in the shopping centre there were loads of charity stalls, plus one or two others. I was taken by the honey stall, where they had those teddies full of honey like they have on Friends, and beeswax candles. Jan, who runs the stall, said the bees are kept at Friern Barnet, next suburb down but one, and they have been there for years; the original swarm was taken down to Devon by her grandfather and they were replaced by her dad; apparently you need very little land to make a lot of honey. I didn't know that. Their number is 0208 445 3639 if anyone wants honey, candles, or even amber jewellery.
Next, I remembered there was a vintage clothing fair in the church hall in Wood Street. I was expecting it to be loads of smelly old ex-charity shop stuff, but this was serious vintage- I've never seen so much good stuff under one roof. The stall holders were a real mixture- the rockabilly crowd, some of whom were too snooty for words and wouldn't enter into a conversation with me because I was dressed 'Sunday Morning In Barnet' and not up-to-the-nines, but others were really friendly. I didn't buy from the snoots, but I did guiltily purchase a pair of fancy cowboy boots from the friendly ones and took some flyers for their clubs. There was an older chap and his wife who were selling of their collection of costumes- they were really nice too. What a discovery! The land of plenty under my very nose. I am so excited I could burp!