A four line poem about: guessing.
Had a bit of a rainy market this morning, but people still turned up in reasonable numbers so we did pretty well for this time of year.
Unfortunately our scale ran out of batteries with just over an hour left before closing, so I spent the remaining time guessing weights and doing my best not to rip people off (and probably ripping us off by going too low on the prices in the process).
Ah well, we'll have it recharged for next week.
Examining my poor leg,
I'm sure it's a clean break;
Never again will I tryTo guess a lady's weight