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cost of a stall, on one occasion almost 20 pounds, made us realise it was not always worth the effort. We frequently bemoaned the fact that we did not live in a more tourist-oriented area where there would always be someone new to interest in our wares. It seemed we had reached the stage where we had already sold something to almost everyone we knew.

It was not difficult to saturate the market in such a small village, and our advertisements in the local post office/shop soon ceased to attract further custom. I stopped going to the playgroup because my youngest son began school and our children understandably became fed up with being Daddy's little helpers. It became annoying to have a husband who "lived" in the garage and I realised the hobby had become an obsession when he only came into the house for five minutes on Christmas Day in order to eat his dinner. Even the neighbours became fed up eventually and we received a letter from the Environmental Health Department. The nice folk next door had apparently complained about "The continual hammering, sawing and banging" coming from our garage.

It was a while before hubby admitted we were no longer selling anything and reluctantly halted production. Our garage is still not quite empty enough to fit the car in, and we have more than enough Santa ornaments to give to family and friends for some years to come. And by the way, if you know of anyone who would like a hand-painted wooden clock of individual design...

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