It was my habit of chatting to strangers that brought about a unique event for me during our stay in Ludlow. I chat. A lot. To everyone and anyone but especially to old ladies. I like old ladies. I was in an antique/junk shop in Leominster; a shop that went on for floors and floors and rooms and rooms and found a sweet vintage pillowcase for sale. When paying, sensing my pleasure at finding it, the lady who served me asked me if I 'liked that sort of thing and if I used them?' Do I like that sort of thing??? I then gave her the full answer complete with descriptions of my linen cupboard and how long it took me to change our bedlinen (including the deliberations of whether it should be stripy, plain or floral topped with an eiderdown or crochet blanket. Embroidered pillowcases, or a lace trimmed bedspread or vintage blankets etc) and how I adore embroidered tablecloths and vintage hankies and that I think I was born in the wrong era. When her eyes finished glazing over she mentioned to me that she had 3 boxes of linens...would I be interested in them? Uh no! Of course I would! So that's how I found myself meeting an elderly lady in a Ludlow car park the next day for an 'exchange of goods!'
I had to smile at the craziness of it all and relished the look on Anth's face when I told him what I had arranged, though he says nothing surprises him anymore. I spent hours before the meeting driving everyone crazy with my fretting at what would happen if I didn't like what she brought (and she'd gone to all that trouble) should I go through every item, how much she would she charge me, should I barter or would that be terribly rude.
So the next day I drove to the car park and looked out for a blue Nissan Micra. I'm not sure if Ludlow has a drug problem but it could have the beginnings of a 'vintage linen' problem because if you look carefully on the car park CCTV I'm sure you will see 2 strange ladies exchanging money and 3 boxes being carried from one car to another.
This could be the start of a new habit!