Market Day at Bury St. Edmonds

Today was nice- an actual day off with no thought to work!

I've made a friend- yesterday a lady at the meeting I was in introduced herself and pointed out that she's living in the same housing I am and that she's single and how nice it was to meet someone else single. Then she asked what I liked to do, said she likes sports (another language for me) and plays and so on, and I replied and then we decided to head out with another gal today to go to the market in Bury... My question is, and this is a serious one, WHY CAN'T GUYS BEHAVE LIKE THAT? Like no big deal, just "I like to do this and this and what do you like to do and you wanna do this tomorrow or not?" ... it would be very refreshing.

So the market was really cool - about 100 stalls with fresh flowers, tons of fruits and veggies (I got raspberries, fresh figs, fennel, a carton of 8 mushrooms each as big as my palm, onions, and some fresh soup. Then we stopped of for lunch and tea and headed to The Nutshell (see photo), which is the smallest pub in Britain, with standing room for about 10 people. We might not have noticed it if not for some tourists taking photos of it.

We came back to base and went to the exchange, where we were trying to find out about GPS systems for our cars. By the end of it I was laughing because she had commented on how much she likes her football team (I forgot now which one!!!) and the guy points out how he's wearing a Dallas Cowboys nametag and then next thing I know we got guys all over the store coming to talk smack with Terri, and one guy left to drag his buddy over cuz the buddy was wearing some other team's jersey and then they all laughed at how ridiculous that guy's team was. I gotta get the lingo down, but I highly recommend this as a way to get a viewing of all men in a 100 foot radius.