I could tell you where I was and what I was doing – but then I’d have to kill you to stop you guessing what this is.
Answer tomorrow. If I remember.
R and I popped into a local antiques centre today, still looking for small drinks tables. You know you’re on the slippery slope when you walk through a place like that saying things like, “OMG – we had neighbours in the 1960s who had a clock like that on their kitchen wall!”, and “OMG – I used to know someone who had that Hornsea Pottery coffee set!” And then, “Do you know what? I quite like those G-Plan tables….”
G-Plan. My parents had G-Plan furniture back in the 70s. In fact, my mother still had some when she departed this earthly plane, and I think we gave it to a charity shop. I must be mad…
On the other hand, when you apply some of the knowledge gained from your avid study of Bargain Hunt, and ask for a discount on the G-Plan tables, and get one… well, it would be rude not to buy them. Wouldn’t it?
