Ank-shus.

Big things are afoot. Things are a big foot. Are things a big foot? A short begonia gift. A shit fart goo binge. If a tobogganer's hit, a fat hog riot begins.


Anyhoo, the big things i am referring too are the construction of market stall beginning. Assembled is the gazebo. Assembled are our ikea shelves of dubious stability. Assembled-ish is the market front. We have flyers, stickers in the making, big banner in the making, business cards in the post, sampler jars in the car, a hob, pots and pans, cups and special recipes.



But no tea.

Not for a few days, or so the logistical experts say. Harrumph.