To Market, To Market....

Well, we weren't buying a fat pig, but we were swapping some of our treasures for cash. Something about having stalls that kids love, hey? My kids love it when we get to sell Guide Biscuits on a stall, and when we have stalls at the Papamoa Lions Club Flea Market and the like. Today's take - $165, can't complain about that.


For the record, the Mother Goose nursery rhyme goes:

To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,
Home again, home again, dancing a jig;
To market, to market, to buy a fat hog;
Home again, home again, jiggety-jog;
To market, to market, to buy a plum bun,
Home again, home again, market is done.