What Makes Me Stop

I am the woman walking towards your stall with about three seconds of attention going spare. This is what happens in those three seconds.

I go to markets most weekends across the South East. Car boots in a wet field, covered markets on a quiet Tuesday, the little Saturday ones in town squares. I am not a business adviser and I have never run a stall in my life. What I have is the other side of the table.

So I wrote down twelve stalls. Four I stopped at. Eight I walked straight past. I have said honestly why, and for the eight I have said the one small thing that would have got me. None of it costs anything much. Most of it costs nothing at all.

What is in it

• Twelve real stalls, and the three seconds I spent deciding on each one
• The four I stopped at, and what they were doing that the others were not
• One small free change for each of the eight I walked past
• The five things that came up again and again