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Sigh of Relief

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Posted by: Myriad Life Friday 1st February 2008, 9:14pm

The words - clear echo-graph - and -loose wire connection- were the most wonderful words I heard today. They even made the snow bearable.

Although my dear old Mum or 'The Tough Ol' Thing' she is these days known was not released from hospital this evening as hoped, it appears her tests are on the whole pretty much clear, she is feeling better and I can't wait to get her home tomorrow.

After a night's bad sleep worrying it's so good to end the day on a positive note. I don't care what the road conditions are tomorrow if we are tucked up in the warm together by teatime.

As for my 'dear darling van' the brakes were fine, it's just a loose wire connection tripping the warning light - phew! So much good news on one day - I feel quite heady, or could it be the glass of celebratory wine.

Unfortunately I will have to skip my Sheringham market tomorrow but I can hardly feel glum with so much good news in the offing. I doubt anyone but the hardiest punter will feel like perusing the coast in sub-zero temperatures but no doubt someone will notice my absence.

A couple of years ago a customer admonished me for missing a Thursday at Fakenham when we'd had heavy snowfall. "But I wasn't prepared to risk my life on snow laden roads for nought but a few bob." I protested with what I thought was a fair excuse, despite the dodgy Yorkshire accent, a county with which I have absolutely no connection whatsoever.

"But you could have set up in the sheds!" Retorted the disgruntled customer. Never mind about any wishy washy misapprehentions about skidding off icy roads into a tree! Nothing like a bit of Norfolk directness.

I have in fact navigated horrendously icy roads in the past. One particular new year at Sheringham sticks in my memory. I drove at about 20-30mph all the way there which took well over an hour opposed to the usual 40mins or so. A few times I thought of turning back but some kind of morbid determination over took my better judgement. I saw a few cars that had skidded off the road that day. My biggest fear was the hill on the descent into Sheringham town and I dreaded it all the way there. However that was the least of my worries. On arrival I had to borrow a spade from Clive the picture man to shovel the ice away from my pitch (some traders think of everything - a spade for goodness sake!) No one came to Sheringham that day - no one. I took less than a penny despite the mortal risk of the drive there.

These days I have a bit more sense - well a bit!

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