lizwilliams | And more shop

We opened for trading yesterday morning. The first hour or so was quiet - Glastonbury doesn't wake up until at least 11 - but then we had lots of customers for the rest of the day, which needless to say, pleased me a great deal. Everyone was very complimentary and a number of people mentioned the atmosphere, in positive terms. Turns out that as well as sickening the dog, the cleansing ritual also pole-axed E's husband (he came in yesterday and said 'What EXACTLY did you DO?'). Maybe whatever it was sideswiped him on its way out the door. He's a gas-fitter from the East End. He's hardly fey. Either that or we're all suffering from group hysteria.

I've also set up the shop's altar. Shop's patron is the Morrighan (a precedent established by T, not that he likes stroppy women or anything).

Normal life, and I use the term advisedly, starts again today: I have to do some editing and writing this morning. We're having a few drinks tonight to 'officially' open. I've invited one of our competitors, because they are very pleasant and put a lot back into the town: we both try and work it so that we don't have the same stock and don't get into price wars. It's just traditional retail, really, with added karma.