This weeks toot.

Glorious handbags.
A broken plate.
Jack picked me up these cricket balls. We hope they'll make good souvenirs for those tourists perusing Spitalfields.
Culottes for someone thinner than me. Sigh.
It's happened, I've gone the cliche and bought some taxidermy for my stall. I couldn't resist, look at that little face. That's a bit of acorn in it's mouth, not a dirty great tongue.

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