7.30am this morning I sprang out of bed, bunged on my jeans and about four layers of other clothing and ran out of the door!
All week I have been looking forward to the markets, some of which I rarely or never been to before. My thinking was, that in this miserable weather, freezing cold and pouring with rain, that would be enough to weed out only but the most hardened junk collector, thus allowing more bargains for me!
I was quite right too as I found loads of nice stuff at bargain prices, but my god, I had to work for it!
I did two markets and seven charity shops in three different parts of London, and now feel knackered, shivery and dizzy!
I need to now work out what to keep and what to sell, but I love them all, can I really part with them?
That flower shaped baking tin is one of my particular favourites, just imagine the nice big cake coming out of that!
These plates would look nice on the wall me thinks...
and what an amazing book! I love the fox & the killer donkey the best.
a 1980s illuminating globe, I always wanted one of these...its the world, no, its a lamp, no, its a wamp! anyway, it needs a new bulb is all. And a very old toilet roll holder, oh yes!
a lovely hand knitted aran jumper in a 'heather' colour, and the most amazing orange flowery nightdress, from New Zealand no less! And a nice collection of unused handkerchiefs, I must be able to make something with these, no?
After my whirlwind blitz on south London, I made it home with aching arms and soaking feet, absolutely starving hungry. I imidiatley started the proceedings for a cheese and tomato toasted sandwich, when...
I found THIS staring back at me.
This answers my long standing suspicion that cheese does indeed have feelings too.
Happy weekend! (Take my advice, don't go outside)