I spent today in Wednesbury. For those who don’t know it, Wednesbury is a small, market town in the Black Country.  I go there for two main reasons. My mom lives and works there. It has five great charity shops with rich pickings – the missoni dress mentioned in my first blog unbelievably came from there. I love Wednesbury for many reasons, its two great churches perched majestically on a hill named after a genuine Mercian heroine.(Queen Ethelfleda), the unusual Masonic Hall that lies hidden behind some trees and for the bargains you can find amongst the array of hardware and greetings card shops that somewhat clutter what I find…