Sunday is usually Car Boot Sale day in our house and today was no exception. We had planned to have a stall ourselves, but yesterday's weather was so grim that we never got the opportunity to load up the van. Instead, we had a very leisurely stroll around this morning, glad we hadn't packed up to sell as the weather forecast was wrong and rain came in much earlier than anticipated, and there weren't too many people buying.
My husband bought a little solid oak magazine rack that someone had made – functional rather than stylish – and is going to store his chisels in it in his workshop. On the same stall was a cracking Singer sewing machine – probably 2nd World War vintage but in lovely condition. One spin of the wheel and I was hooked as it just floated (they often “trundle” when they’ve had a lot of use). Anyway, £5 passed hands and it was mine, ostensibly for one of my daughters, but I have a feeling it may live with me instead and they can have one of my other hand sewing machines.
We got our usual Free Range eggs from our usual stallholder, and are pondering – just a weensy bit – about getting a Gloucester Old Spot x weaner or two to raise for the freezer and for bacon, ham, sausages etc. . . They are £35 each – and Maggie’s big stable will soon be empty when she goes to her new home up in Scotland. It used to be two pigsties in years gone by, I understand, but I will have to persuade my husband first. I’m also angling for some hens again, but he’s being quite stubborn over those.
When we did the grocery shopping, I got tempted by the last copy on the shelf of a new novel by C J Sansom. He writes Tudor detective stories and is areal master of that period. I am currently reading his novel "Sovereign" at bedtime. It will be bread and scrape the rest of the week to make up for the indulgences.
A couple of cookery books later, and the base of an old oil lamp in clear glass (only 50p, including a new wick) and my dear husband really couldn’t resist the temptation of a good slab of marble (£100 worth if you were buying it from anywhere else) so for another £5 that came home with us too. Heaven knows what he will do with THAT.
Cats are not fools, and especially like warm beds made up for them with old towels. This is where we found Banshee when we got home.
My crochet is coming along in leaps and bounds (10 rows already). I hope to do half a dozen more rows this evening.