TINY

Today I bought a hazelnut from a tiny man. He was so small he could only carry one at a time, so after my purchase he had to go back to his lock-up to get another.

He only sells the nuts for a pound each, and his lock-up is in Winchester, and he doesn't have a car. His business model is flawed. I tried to explain this to him without referring to his size. He told me his mother has scarlet fever. I don't know what his point was.

I asked him if he has an online presence. He stared at me blankly. I don't think he is of this time.

Perhaps I will look for him tomorrow. I don't like hazelnuts, but I'm always happy to support small local businesses.

Excerpt from my Twitter feed

11 January 2011

3:12pm

Have been searching for a lottery ticket down back of sofa. Have found Amelia Earhart. Surprised.

3:28pm

Initial jubilation wearing off. Conversation awkward and stilted. Have realised how little interest I have in aviation.

3:35pm

She asks where I bought my coffee table. I say Furniture Village. Long silences.

3:39pm

Have stuffed her back down sofa. Tedious bloody woman.