I’m thrilled that Palmers Green Railway Station Car Park isn’t just a vehicle stop. The farmers market that used to be held there was once the largest in London but slowly, competition forced it into non-existence. But you can’t keep a good farmer down… not when there are organic eggs, meat and bread to be sold.
Now, Londoners can descend on Palmers Green Community Market, every Sunday from 10am – 2pm. There, they’ll find mouthwatering fresh produce alongside bric-a-brac, collectibles and jewellery because the market has expanded its remit to merge the Farmers Market with other coveted items, including fairtrade and ethically-sourced.
So, what are you doing this Sunday? Grab a fiver, stuff it into your pocket, then head down to Palmers Green to see all manner of delectable and collectible goodies to spend your cash on.
Only five days since we went our separate ways,
Since I walked away, said we needed a break.
The days have gone by in a psychotic craze,
How could I make such a stupid mistake?
“It’s not forever”, that’s what I said,
But deep in my mind, there in my head
I made a decision to never look back
So why do I struggle to stay on track?
I miss you, I want you,
I NEED you… I’ll admit it.
You’re an addiction so strong,
It hurts trying to kick it.
You were always there,
Whenever I felt low,
Yet now I treat you
Like a dastardly foe.
Turning my back,
Ignoring your call,
Putting up barriers,
Building a wall.
I couldn’t carry on,
Please try to see
I had no choice – it was you or me.
You were making me weak,
I was becoming too needy,
Selfish, indulgent, dependent and greedy.
You offered me comfort
Which I willingly took
It was only for Lent
That I forced myself to look
At all of my vices; a horrible list,
My body in crisis… I knew I had to resist,
So I took a vow, to show you the door
Such a difficult choice; now I long for you more.
I yearn for your warmth, solace and smell,
Knowing we’re over is quite simply hell
You’ve always been such a wonderful friend,
And the longing I feel will surely never end.
There’s no-one like you,
You’re the leader of the pack
The perfect golden brew,
There’s nothing you lack,
I sit and reminisce
On all those soothing sips,
You’ll always have my heart but…
Goodbye PG Tips.
[This poem is to mark the end of my addiction to tea. No more 5 cups a day. We are over.]