Flea Fy Fo Fum...

We went again. But it is just so fun. Seriously, if you're into carboot sales or vintage fairs, or charity shop fun and you haven't been to the Dublin Flea, you should definitely go and take a look. It's on the last Sunday of every month and it is the bees knees. Especially when it's sunny like it was last weekend. And this time it was even better because some of Michael's family came too. Including the best little girl ever.

A cool mirror and some even cooler feet.

The i phone 5

Last time we went were in the market for cakes, this time we got falafels which I had never had. Where have they been all my life. They are mega good.

Some of the tasty treats available.

Ella was having a great time tasting eveyones chosen food. Bit of falafel, bit of cupcake, back to the falafel. Best kind of picnic if you ask me. 

And of course she washed it down with a spot of tea.

So here is a funny thing. Everyone who knew Mam knows what kind of car she drove. A VW Beetle. First a vintage, convertible orange one which Dad won and was swiftly sold as it was not that great for fitting five kids into. Then she had a black one, which I learned to drive in. The day she got that one, she drove up to our school to collect us, which she never did, and pulled into the middle of the yard wearing sunglasses, in her shiny new car with about 10 balloons attached to the wing mirrors. She caused quite the stir. 

The next one we got, was when she traded the black one in for her lovely silvery, baby blue beetle. I went with her the day she got it. We drove out to Kildare to get it's just one of those nice memories I have with her. The car was ours. Just me and Mams. Nobody elses. I know she loved me because she LOVED her car and she let me drive it. The day she let me drive on my own in her beetle for the first time after I passed my test, she told me that when I drove off she wasn't worried about me, just her lovely car. 

So here's the funny thing. Auntie Karen probably doesn't even remember this but she said to me one day after Mam died that when she sees a beetle she thinks it's Mam saying hello to her and telling her that she is thinking of her. Everyday since then, I have seen a beetle. Even the days I don't go out, I look out the window and one drives past. I was having a sad week last week. We went to the flea market to cheer me up and when we got there this was parked outside. 

It's in the small things, you find comfort. Sometimes something even as small as a beetle. 

Joey x