It's all over...for now.

I'm done, and done in really. I had my final day on the stall on Thursday, and now it's all over. It's a strange feeling. As I packed everything up on Thursday night and hoiked it into an awaiting taxi (just before the heavens opened and dumped half the north sea on London) I couldn't really work out how I felt about it all.

I still don't know how I feel really. It felt so good to be back working on a market, and even better when the nice comments about the product really were about my product. But at the same time I was relieved that I no longer had to spend any and every but of spare time making jam or granola, or cakes, or sticking labels on things.

One thing I do know. I'm exhausted. I've spent three weeks not being able to stop. Even when I did manage to find a spare minute that had relaxing potential I discovered something inside me that wouldn't let me calm down. Even N, who is used to my manic-ness got a bit worried about me. As a result the last three weeks have been unbelievably productive, and taken a huge toll. Suddenly this weekend my body gave in, and it doesn't seem to want to relinquish it's new-found power over my will to do things, especially anything involving the oven or stove.

I'm sure I should pay attention and accept that I should be lying in bed or on the sofa groaning softly and recouping. But oh no, there's a new project that must be done...

...I'm making a wedding cake!