Butchers, Bakers, Candlestick Makers....
"Hi Dave, I haven't seen you for ages. I bet you're busy, I read in the paper the other day that these fires in Russia have burnt all their wheat or something." Ruth, Kanaresborough market stall holder and maker of candles, Sunday morning.
"Bloody hell, the price of wheat, eh? I bet you're busy." Peter the butcher, Ripley, Saturday morning.
"We're going to have to put the prices up the boss said, I think it's something to do with these floods in Pakistan, it's wiped all their crops out." The nice blonde girl at the deli, Knaresborough Saturday morning.
"When everyone's a seller, take it off their hands. When everyone's a buyer, let them have it." Ypres, old school Bunge trader.
"Bloody hell, the price of wheat, eh? I bet you're busy." Peter the butcher, Ripley, Saturday morning.
"We're going to have to put the prices up the boss said, I think it's something to do with these floods in Pakistan, it's wiped all their crops out." The nice blonde girl at the deli, Knaresborough Saturday morning.
"When everyone's a seller, take it off their hands. When everyone's a buyer, let them have it." Ypres, old school Bunge trader.