I don’t think I will ever do one again.
You have the boxes of stuff in your house for weeks until the weather is good enough.
You have to wake up at 5am to leave at 6am.
You get there and queue to get in.
As you’re setting up your staff you have all the traders coming and harassing you. Jumping in your car too. Then the thieves distracting you.
Then you’ve set up, you’ve made some money and you need a wee. Time for some disgusting portaloos or if you’re lucky a container turned into toilets where apparently everyone needed a shit, no one can aim for the toilet to piss in and of course there’s no loo roll. Hand wash? None of that too.
Then you start smelling the burger van. You’ve packed a jam sandwich but now it’s 8am and those burgers smell bloody delicious.
You resist.
By 9am not only have you spent £15 on two burgers, chips and drinks, you’re now considering ice cream.
Your hands feel filthy from handling money.
All morning you’ve been knocked down in price over and over. You’re angry. Promise yourself you will never do it again.
You wait it out with one more trips to the loos until finally it is time to go.
You get home, count up the money you’ve made then decide to blow it on a take away that night because you deserve it. You’ve been awake since 5am and loaded and unloaded the car.
I stick to eBay and just donating stuff now.
Oh and we’ve also had a CHILD steal from us. That one annoyed me (about 12 so should have known better).