A Jasmine Mentality

On Sunday morning, I got up at 5.30am and drove a car load full of stuff to the Camberwell Market. My friend Zoe and I had decided to have a stall to rid ourselves of some unwanted items, and, let’s face it, to make a bit of money too. The choice of mid-winter for said stall was my doing, and possibly one of my less intelligent ideas, but there we were, setting up our trestle tables in the dark in...