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The Jumble - Thursday 5th November, 13 Days Before Doomsday cont.

Jean placed her cup on the coffee table and brushed the many crumbs from her clothes onto the carpet. “This is not an indoor car boot, vicar, honestly.” Her voice had an air of exasperation. “It’s not a white elephant, a sale of work, a rummage sale, a bazaar, a flea market, a garage sale, a bring and buy, a table top trade and it’s definitely not an American fair. It is a jumble and that’s what it’s always been and what is also on the adverts. We can’t change it now, the sale is a week on Saturday.”

Mason wished he had never suggested the change of name. “Where have you put the donations so far?”

Betty picked up another cake and spoke while peeling away the paper case. “We’ve put it all in the back vestibule. We’ve had quite a lot so far, mainly bin bags full of clothes.”

“My grandson has a van,” said Jean. “He said he will pick it all up on the Friday before and take it to the community centre.”

“Excellent.” Mason was quite pleased. It was obvious these ladies had done it all before and he did not have to do very much. They even had a key to the church, something his predecessor had allowed, and something he was currently finding very convenient even if he did not wholly agree with it. It was his first jumble sale in this parish and he was initially worried that he would have to do a lot of the organising, but the ladies, although a cacophonous assault on the senses, were obviously a well-oiled machine when it came to arranging such events. Perhaps his main duty in this matter, he thought finally relenting to the temptation of the French Fancies, was to be the keystone to the whole project, to allow the three stooges to eat his confectionary, drink his tea and take up half of his day with their tittle-tattle. He could live with a role like that, he decided, and, with his new self-confirmed position, sat back and wondered if there were any more cakes left in the pantry.


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