It as one of those days again today. Bear woke up with various aches and pains but was still determined to go and eat in town before my stint on the market.

I could have had a lift  with Jay but Bear wouldn't hear of it and so we found a parking place as near the town centre as we could, and made our way to La Fontaine for lunch. There was no point in me wanting to get to the market in good time though, as the Bear insisted on a second, leisurely cup of coffee before walking there with me, stopping at every shop window for a rest. He obviously felt like going home and having a good sleep and he could have done just that because Jay was planning to take the Whale out and could have brought me back later. But when I suggested that, you could see the 'greeneyed monster' protruding from angry eyes as The Bear proclaimed that he would rather get up from a sickbed to bring me home than let me come back in the same car as the Whale!

I ask you, how stupid is that? As it was, Bear sat in a grumpy heap at Elisabeth's stall for half an hour then went off to kill a couple of hours in town when he could have gone home to sleep in his favourite armchair in front of the fire. I had to leave the market by twenty to four because the parking ticket ran out at five to four (and the police are pretty hot on motorists who overstay their allotted time), and then I had to limp all the way back to our car (because my knee seizes up when I stand still for some time) whereas Jay had parked right outside the market!

And, sooner or later I will get it in the neck for being selfish and wanting to help on 'that  b****y market', thus inconveniencing his Lordship. . . . . .