People don’t buy stuff on a windy day.

A bright, windy morning. We were minus Toast but I made up for this by getting additional toast with my breakfast (more about my Traditional 9 items later). Tomato amusingly still went through the “I’ll get in the back” routine.
Tomato tried to blind me by pointing out that the sun reflecting off the Cromarty Firth was dazzling. This was not a wise thing for him to do as I was driving. The green/red blob in front of my eyes slowly disappeared as the miles rolled by and I could more or less see the road again by the time we reached the Tore roundabout. There was much hilarity on the A9 as we reminisced about Tomato hitting himself on the thumb with a hammer.
The car boot was quite a relaxed affair. Canny underscore Jack was nowhere in sight. I picked up a snooker game for PS2 , 2 Missy Elliot cd’s and Akira on DVD. For some odd reason I struck up a conversation about the blustery day with stall holder “Jake”. He had a theory that people didn’t buy things on a windy day citing an incident where he tried to sell someone a fishing rod for £7 (apparently a very reasonable price for a rod) but they turned it down. He’d allegedly been awake since 1:30 a.m. as some woman, who lived in the same house, had blown the main fuse of the building. Luckily Jake’s brother was an electrician who, after a bit of persuading, came round and “click click” sorted the fuse. He then charged them £70. “£70?” I said, pretending to believe his story “I’m in the wrong business”, “same here” said Jake “I’m just a painter and decorator”. Which was a bit strange; the last time I talked to him I’m sure he said he worked as a debt collector. He must be a Jake of all trades.
A chap had a box with five or six large hardback Dan Dare books. I asked how much and was delighted to hear he wanted a pound each. Unfortunately his bearded, bespectacled companion heard this and upped the price to £5 each. Grrrrr. I sent Tomato on a mission to try and buy the books for a £1 each from the non bearded, non spectacled chap. We spent the next 15 minutes circling, spying and browsing but beardy wasn’t leaving his post. If only Toast was around he could have distracted the guy with some performance art.
The Breakfast. I went for a Traditional 8. I got 7 items and asked for toast. There was none ready. The young lady gave me the dreaded “I’ll bring them over”. As I stood in the queue for tea the young lady appeared with 2 slices of toast on plate. Hurrah! A woman was standing between Tomato and me in the tea queue. Tomato made a nod and a wink to Toast by shouting “I’ve got the big milk” and holding up the jug.
I enjoyed counting my 9 items several times. Tomato’s plate looked baron. He seemed to have all bread products including the worst looking bit of fried bread, ever. It looked like it would be a nightmare to try and cut but crumbled like an ancient fossil. Tomato was put off his breakfast by a large lady in a pink top. I believe Toast would have found her most interesting sir. Tomato attempted my patented butter softening atop teapot technique. He mistimed the whole thing and ended up with a pool of yellow liquid.To finish the day we headed to the pet shop where Tomato bought 25kg of birdseed. My breakfast companions seem to share a worrying obsession with wild birds.