High point of the show thus far? Yesterday an extremely made up young lady came to the stand. Immediately we were informed (in the sort of accent popular in the environs of Catford at this time of year) that she was "a connoisseur of red wine". "Someone tried to tell me the other day that Pernod Noir is better than Merlot", she commented. Our interaction was brief and exceptionally pithy, as you might imagine.
There a sort of a buzz about working the fair, the sort of buzz one gets from repeating the same patter ad infinitum, refining it with experience. It's much like pigeon shooting. When it's busy, you get a great deal of practice and with experience comes a level of slickness. Two more days to go: the big weekend sessions. I am missing Joseph and Isabella, but at least Victoria is here to lend logistical and moral - if not chiropedal - support.