One man's trash...

Everyone's out, looking for a bargain. The quality of tat wasn't up to much today. Too many stalls being manned by professional boot fairers, more like market traders.

I prefer the genuine boot fairers, the ones clearing out their attics, getting rid of years of accumulated junk. Much more interesting than a stall full of novelty coat hangers, household bleach and nothing else.

I came away empty-handed but happy to have had my fix of treasure hunting for the day. Hubby was also happy that I returned empty-handed, especially since last time I went I returned with a dusty, old, smelly accordion that's now languishing in our attic ready to become another man's treasure.