Back to bloody work again today, but at lunchtime i met a friend who wanted to look round a new charity shop that has opened near by.
Most people i know who go to charity shops are not interested in charity, they just want something cheap.
She spent £15.00 and came out with a complete wardrobe -of cloths-, a stack of plates. three fruit bowls, a picture frame, a paint roller and tray(?) two books and a set of tea/coffee/sugar jars.
Then, when she handed over the money and but them into black bin liners she looked at me as if to say 'how the hell am i gonna get this lot home on the bus?'.
Then she said "how the hell am i gonna get this lot home on the bus?" and looked at me with sad cow eyes, which is secret girly code for, please will you help me kind sir ?
Typical shopaholic. her eyes were to big for her shopping bag.
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