Mrs Crow at the market

My new nest is at the old Edwardes - the electrical suppliers – warehouse on Lordship Lane, all sprauntzed up in cream paint with fancy chandeliers, and as a covered market, not as sprawling as the beloved Borough market, it is ten times warmer than its fatter cousin in Greenwich where the Thames breeze gusts under the stall skirts, and twenty times more grown up than the old Kenny Market that reeked of patchouli and regret. Here I can fill the gap left by the now closed local children’s bookshop by selling kids stuff at brilliantly topical prices as well as the arty bits and pieces that Jon slots effortlessly onto the shelves at Bookseller Crow. But there’s not a bag of rawlplugs to be found.

Justine.