Just recently, we offered to store a certain relative's belongings in the farm packing shed. We weren't prepared for the HGV that turned up with a truly staggering stockpile of chattelery, agglomerated over at least a quarter century. Some of the artefacts are quite extraordinarily bizarre. In fact, the kind of thing you will only ever find at a cold, muddy boot sale...
The underexercised hairy one views proceedings with bemused apprehension
11 comments:
I want the boots and the cow mask
Brave move putting that think on. It's not exactly the most pleasant smelling thing in the world. I was old and mouldy twenty years ago...
.... is that head from some strange Souvern traditional Morris dancing troop?
That will be one helluva car booty ;-)
@nursey - I could buy them at the boot fair for you?
@lazy - I cannot help thinking that "I" should have been "It" in your last sentence. Then again....
@70s - Honestly, the mind boggles... I suppose that there's always the chance of something incredibly rare and valuable deep in one of those boxes. A new form of penicillin, perhaps...
Let Nursey have the boots - I want the mask - I need the mask - I DEMAND the mask!!!!!
@DP - hmm we have a market. I might skip the boot fair and stick it on ebay instead :-)
p.s. what would you do with it DP?!
I hate to think, but whatever it is, he'll be doing in the shed right at the bottom of the garden.......
@Lo, TG - thanks for dropping by :-) ...garden shed sounds minimum safe distance, just!
Whatever nursemyra bids for the cow mask, I bid a dollar/quid/CHF more. Ditto Daddy Papersurfer.
Mask? Looks like my ex-wife!
@Trish - You can take the girl out of the markets, but you can never take the markets out of a girl ;-)
@laog - are you sure that it isn't?!
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