Cars

We've been having a bit of a sort out recently and since it was a nice dry day I decided to bite the bullet and head for the charity carboot sale in Inverness. This involved getting up at quarter to six in the morning, packing up the car full of our junk and heading for the big smoke to see what treasures I could offload to the Invernessians.

My experience at the bootsale taught me a few things:

1. People are cheap and have no shame over attempting to haggle something down from 50p. Given that 50p buys you very little these day I do not understand this behaviour.

2. Just because an individual has a sound enough grasp of the lingo to be buying several English language DVDs does not necessarily mean they have the comprehension to grasp that they cost £1 each not £1 for the six they are clutching. Convenient.

3. Some people think that anything you happen to have with you is up for grabs. Hence a very frustrating conversation with a man attempting to purchase the chocolate smeared, crumb encrusted car seat bolted into the back seat of my car.

4. It is very hard to make eye contact with the grubby looking, portly, toothless man buying all your fitness DVDs. Shudder to think what he intended doing with them.

5. Four hours sitting in the sun, however pleasant, will leave you with raccoon style sunburn. This is not a look many people can succesfully carry off.

Still, I shifted some tat, made some pennies, and (best of all) got a morning away from Satans Minions. Unfortunately I did do my neck in humphing something out of the boot. Can't have everything I suppose.

The rest of the afternoon was spent outside with the kids running about enjoying the sunshine. This was not appreciated by old Grisella next door who came out more than once to yell at the kids for making too much noise. Don't quite understand how someone can get any satisfaction from bawling at a bunch of preschoolers but it seems to please her. As always I took the high road and called in all six children. Only to arm them with an ice lolly each (cheapo sugar lodaded, colouring laced ones of course) and sent them back outside suggesting they have a screaming competition. They'll probably all end up with ASBOs but I felt like it was a battle won.

This is Minion number two following an ant. About six seconds later Minion number four came along to join in and squashed it.

Quote of the day: "Ball. Ball. Ball." Minion number two. To me. I may have put on a couple of pounds recently but I do feel that is a little harsh.