Yesterday there was a Brocante in Deventer and I rushed off early to the station , put my bike downstairs in the Bike Parking , got engaged in conversation with the man behind the counter who'd repaired my brakes the day before and shot back up the stairs , now late and in full pinball mode .
At the ticket machine I was busy choosing type , date and destination , when I heard a voice behind me . "Mevrouw ? ..." but put off answering for a second before I ended up filling the details in wrong and was obliged to go somewhere totally different for the day . "Mevrouw ? " Yes? "Mevrouw ? " WHAT? . " Where are you going ? ".
I looked round to check for dog on string and and miscellaneous bag/lady person . No , she looked normal . "I'm going to Deventer , and I'm in rather a hurry " , I say briskly and carry on with my purchase . "Mevrouw , I have a ticket for you " By this stage I'm flapping my spare hand behind me trying to swat her away .
"Mevrouw , REALLY , I HAVE A FREE TICKET FOR YOU ", she finally bellowed .
And she did . A promotion from some perfume shop .
Deventer was full of nice surprises too .
It was astonishingly warm but the library was having a book sale in the cellar , so I cooled off nicely .
The whole town was full of people on stilts and I met a very friendly spider .
And I brought a few things home with me . Why ? What a silly question !!