She came to the stall early, and then picked up the vase - £3 said I. She ummed and aaahhed and put it down. £2? Something about the tone irritated me and I said sorry, £3 it is.  I was then asked for my best price and somewhat reluctantly, not wanting to take the vase home I conceded: £2.50 I said. She put it back again and walked off.

About an hour later she was back. Picking up the same vase she looked at me and said "we agreed £2 yes?" At this point, dear reader I was gently annoyed and insisted it was £3 but if she wanted it then £2.50 would suffice. Grudgingly she took out her purse and three coins tumbled into my hand, but before I said thank you I had to stop her and hand back one old pound coin and request another, which tutting at me she got from her purse. We exchanged pleasantries and she placed the vase in her bag and departed.

I'm not pleased with myself but I was annoyed and irradiated and generally untrusting of her manner in the first place but also genuinely puzzled at the implication I find myself writing that she might have knowingly sought to pay me £1.50 and fob me off with an invalid £1 coin.

In stark and merry contrast one of my regular book shoppers who visits every week has been. She got three history books she virtually always buys, as well as two poetry books - one Larkin and one book of poems about birds.  She asked the price, produced the money and left happy.

I'm sure that some things are well priced, I'm sure some are underpriced too.  More than anything else I go by the adage I would rather they took it home than I pack it up again.

I may have misjudged my customers (you can only judge a book by its cover) - but it reminds, bring home and emphasises the range and breadth of people you meet on the market here in Chesterfield.  I love it and so too the fun - and any irritations are passing fads.  Grudges don't last long and in fact the customer and traded chameraderie here is pretty good and sustains you through the cold and wet.