It's been raining steadily here for the past two weeks. Not quite 40 days and nights, but it's starting to feel that way. It's kind of depressing, I haven't been able to get outside much, and I have a serious case of the blahs. Well, my blahs were lifted slightly yesterday when we went to the giant flea market at Saint George's Church. It's a once a year event, and there's always a big red circle around it on my calendar. People line up at the gate, and run in when it opens. I myself make a beeline for the antiques and furniture. Got there a little bit late this year and missed out on the great stuff, but did pick up this coat for Martin.
I think that it's great, it's definitely his colour, and did I mention it's a Burberry? Very high quality, and a steal at ten bucks! The little toggles are so cute, just like Paddington Bears! Umm, I meant to say that it's an incredibly manly coat that lots of macho guys would wear, right Martin?
Later on yesterday, in a frenzy of cabin fever and decluttering, I decided to have my own yard sale. A bunch of people at the other end of the street were having one today, and I thought that I would take advantage of their advertising and put on one of my own. I dug out lots of old magazines, clothes, and other unwanted stuff, made price labels and went to bed dreaming of the pub dinner we could have with the proceeds. I awoke this morning to rain. The yard sale was off. Now, I'll schlep all this stuff down to the basement and hope for a sunny day...
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