turned up, trilby pulled low over my eyes Inspector Clouseau-like I followed her. I overheard, (that in itself is a miracle, with me being so flaming deaf! ) a table and chairs being mentioned. A few days prior our local charity furniture warehouse had collected a set of finest Ikea dining room chairs. I ought to say here I have a penchant for chairs. Our home on occasions has resembled a dodgy backstreet clinic with chairs lining the walls. As only two bums reside here there is a very good case for discovering exactly why so many chairs are required? Freud might have a sound explanation, I couldn’t possibly comment and even if I had a sneaky idea I wouldn’t tell! As the van roared off up the road, I jokingly said to himself, it won’t be long before I buy more. Little knowing that just nine days later I would be on the case to acquire more, hence me following the lady in question.
This time I am doing the advanced having bought an Arts and Crafts table and four beautiful high backed chairs and one side table.
The problem now is how to get these latest treasures on the the wheelbarrow down the hill and home?
They sure as hell beat the Ikea chairs. My addiction has gone up a notch. I’ve gone all Burne-Jones,
husband’s gone all peculiar...