My wife has a trade stand at the Royal Norfolk Show (to promote her soft furnishings business) today (and tomorrow) and so I am helping out (or, rather, hindering). We are up, tea/coffee drunk and out of the house by 7.30am, and my wife drives us to the Norfolk Showground.
My wife has a busy day on her feet – chatting and handing out leaflets to potential (and not-so-potential) customers, while I plant myself on a chair at the back of the stand and watch her working (I do go and get some hot drinks at one point, so I’m not completely useless!).