Fundraiser

I spent the best part of the day in the wretchedly ill-lit Alexander Centre which was devoted for the day to a fundraising sale for the Faversham Society. Most people there had booked a table to sell bric-a-brac.
The FavSoc got £10 a table, the town council got a rent for the room, and most people got a bit of cleared space.
What was on offer?
Jam, old china, books, junk, lace, pictures, crockery,jewellery, maps, cards, clothes, shoes, all the usual stuff.
I bought an old oilpainting, with a couple of small holes in the canvas, but showing a pretty Edwardian girl by the seaside. The sky is well painted, the whole scene rather jolly and pre-WWI ish.
My own stall was commercial - my nutrition business. I signed up one customer and listed 10 others who'd like to come to a presentation, all very good news.
Very social time we spent.
I knew at least 2/3rds of the people who walked around, one way or another. That's the thing about living in a small town. For better or worse.