Before beginning infant school, my little grand daughter must take kung fu lessons.


November ‘Market’ at an infant school, 3 – 5pm. Two writer-marketeers led to annex, two school tables set out as a dog-leg. Rear dog-leg soon judged to be defunct. Five other vendors at tables set around room.

 Good displays from fellow-writer and me. BUT the late afternoon ‘market’ was aimed at infants. A market earlier in the month had been aimed at parents, much more suitable for selling books, and Christmas cards.

 TIP: ask about punters’ age beforehand. What may seem suitable, in fact, isn’t.


 Most successful tables in the annex – pink bits and pieces, pink and blue lucky dips, table which drew queues – ‘tattoos – 30p’ otherwise known as ‘stickers’.

 Biggest failures – cellophane-wrapped fake flowers, cheap jewellery, plastic-coated ‘homilies’, whose vendor managed to keep cheerful all the time which was more than could be read from the fake flowers and jewellery.

 We sold three items, a miracle given the ambience.

 Some little children are violent, some steal, some manipulate, the future paraded before our table. Some are sweet and sticky-fingered, few read by choice. Encouraged by his mother, I sold ‘Didi’s Adventures’ to a little boy called Isaac. He liked the one with the pink cover. I signed it, my very first signing – for Isaac, love Poppy. Poppy is my other name.

 Not yet ‘market-wise’ I fear.

 Total Markets Expenditure £128.21

Income £18

Assets £204