Well then? that was an interesting day. Hubby and I were up at 6.30am piled the van with a lifetime of cr*p and set off for a morning of car booting. Bear in mind the temperature was minus 2 and there was freezing fog. We got lost........ mmmm. No surprise there then. So we spent a least an hour taking wrong turns down country lanes while Hubby rolled his eyes and asked "where is this effin place DARLING". It's funny, he only calls me DARLING when he's really p*ssed off. Otherwise it's babe, or doll face, or when not concentrating sometime Oy You. But DARLING is never a good sign.

A local helped us out. We had in fact been only a mile away from the gaff at one point, but Hubby turned the other way instead. I didn't point that one out though. Well why would ya?

So we got to this frozen field in the middle of nowhere and started to upack the van. HOLY CR*P the locals were on us like vultures, Heads inside the van pulling stuff out, we didn't have time to breathe.

it all calmed down after a bit and we made about £130. Which was a result. We took alot less for some things than we should have (just to shift them). But the funniest thing was that a compartment in Hubbys van had been cordoned off because it was full of stuff he was just going to dump down the tip. Old tools, bits and pieces, and he sold the LOT.

You have to laugh!!!

We had fun, and we had a laugh, and Dawg had a ball. He jumped and ran around the field sniffing other dogs and being adored by everyone. The offers we had to buy him were ridiculous. NO WAY!! You don't get a soul like him more than once in a lifetime. So we kept him close.

So we came home around 1pm, collapsed on the couch and slept for a bit, (including Dawg) Then we had some nice steak and kidney pie and now we're tired and £130 better off.

We are looking in the loft tomorrow. We might get rid of all the rest of the cr*p next weekend.................................