Brocanting

The weather had been glorious, until Sunday.  And that's a big problem for us.  Because Sundays are brocante days, car boots, yard sales, call it what you will.  But brocante days they are to us and we all get excited.  So after slaving away in beautiful sunshine in the donkpon shed for the past four days we were all for giving ourselves a day off bargin hunting.  So imagine the disappointment when we awoke to RAIN.  Glum faces all around.  Not only that but we couldn't get on with anything else either and the prospect of a Sunday cooped up inside with dampness seeping into our souls was not a merry prospect.  Hence why as soon as there was the slightest break in the downpour the children were wellied and raincoated and we attempted the brocante anyway.  Not huge this year  - and the few brave souls who had ventured stalls were tentatively unwrapping their wares when we arrived.  We did enjoy ourselves, mooched around, persuaded the children that a go on the slide made up for us not buying another toy car, ate our customary croissant and coffee and haggled over the price of a jug.  Another one.  Look

So Sunday aftrnoon was okay afterall. Cooped up inside I was at least cheered up by the sight of my new blue jug shining at me from the shelf. And it only cost a euro.