I am writing this at 3am because pain is keeping me awake – intense pain in my arthritic knees, dull pain and muscle spasms in my lower back, general ache in my arm muscles…as a result of setting up and dismantling my market stall yesterday, and standing up for much of the day. I am tempted to go and get a medicinal whisky, but that would involve stairs, and I am not capable of stairs at the moment. In fact I may be confined to the first floor of my house for some time to come – please send supplies. Including toilet paper.
This is possibly a deal-breaker for my attempt to set up The Tree House on Kenilworth market on a regular basis. The practicalities of moving and storing the books make it unfeasible.
This is sad, because it was otherwise a lovely day. I was very disappointed that the banner I ordered, and paid a premium delivery rate for, failed to be delivered by Parcelforce – won’t go into details, will just say that I am unimpressed.
I had lovely friends who came to help and/or offer moral support, I had a good stream of customers (took just shy of £50, despite selling most books for 50p or £1, hardbacks £2, and a 3 for 2 offer; this left £20 profit once I’d paid the fee for the stall). The sun shone most of the day, the other market traders were friendly, and I had some excellent conversations with a number of people about The Tree House. It was also fab to put some faces to names of people who follow this blog and the Facebook page.
I was also interviewed by Radio Warwickshire – you can hear my interview here:
[If you are unable to open that – it requires Flash – you could try this link instead.]
Two lovely friends came to help with setting up the display, and Tamsin brought beautiful logs from a cherry tree that was once in her garden as book stands – entirely appropriate for The Tree House.
I enjoyed the day, but the setting up and dismantling were horrendous, even with the aid of my new trolley. I also have nowhere to store the books other than my flat, which is at the top of a decent flight of stairs, prohibitive to someone with cranky knees, and even though my fabulous neighbour Leon carried all the books back upstairs at the end of the day, it nearly killed her too, and I am not expecting her or anyone to do that again.
So what future for the market stall? I am not sure. I was intending to run it fortnightly for the next few weeks, owing to a work commitment elsewhere, so I have two weeks to think up a solution. I have ordered a banner, so it needs a home!
Of course the best solution of all would be to find shop premises…and maybe a low-interest loan to help with that. I need to keep working on both.
In the meantime, I will try to ignore the pain and focus on what was a happy day for The Tree House in some significant ways.