I did find a few things at the market today after all, so thanks for blessing me Steve
They included another tripod to go with the others I don't use, and a bag of folders in poor condition, which I bought as a job-lot from Boring Ray. The reason I bought them was this old A. Wright Lamb, which has some side to side play unfortunately. None of the knives had been looked after, and some of them were very heavily worn, but they were all sharp. It turned out they had belonged to the father of one of Tool Man's occasional customers, Norm. Norm is a pleasant, friendly, down to earth feller, but he's a gamekeeper, and I suspect he's tougher than he looks. His dad was a gamekeeper before him, and Norm once told us how, as a little lad, he came in to find his father's walking stick, broken on the floor. When he told his mother, she explained that Dad had caught a poacher!
I hope everyone has had a good day. It was raining when I went down to the market, and was raining when I returned, but in between, it was better than any of us had expected, and while cold, there was at least some sunshine. I discreetly snapped a couple of pics of Tool Man setting up his stall
The good-natured fat lump has continued to excel himself in gluttony. On top of his breakfast, his breakfast sandwich, some mushroom bhajis and samosas with raita, half a 'school slab', half a loaf of parkin (ginger cake), half a sticky toffee loaf, and 2 pork pies, he ate a sandwich made from an entire loaf of bread, filled with corned beef! That was the tally by the time I left at 1.30pm, with another 3 hours to go!
I had to have a word with Musical Andy, who continues to expect me to look after his stall (twice today), but did buy him a cup of coffee. If he moved his stall closer to Tool Man's, had a reciprocal agreement with one of the other stall-holders, (like everyone else does), or made a friend, he wouldn't have a problem, but his sense of timing is always bad. Captain Birdseye was just telling me some bad news when he interrupted me for the second time
Actually, since he makes more money than anyone else down there, he could even hire someone!
My Pals Lambsfoot did the honours cutting the first loaf of Parkin
A bonus was that Mrs Tool Man, The Lovely Lorraine, stopped by, together with her mother and sister, who I have met briefly before. She quickly stripped Tool Man of any superfluous cash, before going off shopping!
It is her birthday soon, April Fool's Day
I'm saying nothing!
.... fair and square, so not like a gifted knife.
I carried mine today.
looking good. That Tool Man sandwich would fill me up. 
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Now for a gratuitous Talisker/lambfoot pic
