Friday, 15 August 2008
A knock at the door.
Sarah, a neighbour's daughter and her friend are there. The friend's family have a farm and the girls have been picking potatoes. Would we like to buy some? I agree and they go home, only to return with a huge carrier bag full of spuds.
How much? They ask.
Three pounds? I venture, unsure of the true value of potatoes.
Five pounds? They suggest.
Are they New Potatoes? I enquire further.
Weeel, they came out of the field this morning........
Eventually we weigh the potatoes and calculate the value according to some we already have in a cupboard which are conveniently sporting a price label.
The girls go home with six whole pounds. Haggling is obviously not my thing.
In other news - I made a quilt.