Sunday
Up early. It was a lovely day, and as I had nothing else to do I decided to set off. It gave me a chance to notice, and reflect, on just how many aircraft pass overhead every few seconds. Something repeated at countless points around the globe every minute of every day. It has to be a major issue. Frankly, it is also a reason I could not move back from our lovely country location to my favourite area of London, which is the West. It is simply too noisy and too polluted. I don’t want my kids living with what drops out of a jet engine.
Last day, and I’ve nailed down everything possible. It does seem that things are going walkies from stands as the bargain hunters swoop, and often feel all is fair game.
Pretty quiet at the stand, though the rest of the show was a zoo as the bargain hunters swooped. So much for the ‘it gets better towards the end’ claim. Frankly little we were told to get us there had much basis in reality. Yes we did meet some lovely folk who will move the Junkk.com cause along, but nowhere near enough to move us to the next level of site users we need to talk turkey with media buyers.
I complete this ‘show daily’ on the following Tuesday (Monday being somewhat of a blur as the sheer scale of stuff to catch up on, including sleep, sunk in).
The show closed at 6pm and a mighty cheer went up from all exhibitors, which must have been disconcerting to the visitors. That many hung around for ages afterwards shows how much anyone paid attention to the muffled Tannoy messages.
PJ had driven the van up, and it took us form 6.30pm to gone ten to strike the site and load up. Exhausting. It was a small miracle to get it all back in.
To all who helped make the show bearable (fellow Junkk.com stand item donors, exhibitors and presenters and, of course, lovely visitors)... I thank you. To those who tried to spoil things... well... nuts to you.
No one said saving the planet would be easy, but it can still be fun:)
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