Today I went to my knitting morning, a glorious giggle of a morning, with the loveliest of companions, a morning that I don't always make these days due to my increasing workload but when I do get there I am always so very pleased I took the time.
On leaving I popped up the high street to post some parcels and decided to have a very quick glance into my favourite charity shop - The Hadleigh Thrift Shop. I've had some good stuff from here and lost out, due to procrastination, on even better.
Today there was no procrastinating.
As I walked up the street and saw the wicker shopper my heart began to beat faster. Really?
Who would give such a thing away?
Practically running, I reached the shop front and saw that it was indeed for sale. At a steal. Now you really would have laughed to see me, I glanced around furtively anxious to leave it for even a second, worried that the shoppers previously passing by without even noticing this beauty would suddenly notice my interest and stampede.
I checked my purse, relief, there was enough cash, no need to find a machine. My heart kept pounding until the deal was done.
And then I skipped back down the street wheeling my wicker delight behind me.
It may be noteworthy to mention that as I am not within walking distance of any shops, a non-foldable shopping trolley may not be the wisest of buys. But I am sure you will agree that I would have been mad to leave it behind.