Standing outside a charity shop and t’other half is looking at the naff ornaments and assorted objects, so naff some old granny has chucked them out. Paperweights in the shape of hippos, grey vases with blue flowers, dark green 70s coffee pots, plates with royal weddings on them. A china Alsatian. He spots this and wonders if “they do pugs”. I wonder who this “they” are! I jokingly mention Meissen Pugs – I’ve seen them on Flog-your-cash-in-the-antique-attic-bargain-road-show. I don’t know how much one would cost, but I’m guessing that a charity shop in Aberystwyth is the last place you would find one. We wander off and that is (I hope) the end of that.
Sadly, a couple of days later, it is very much not the end of it. He finds himself looking in the window of a charity shop in Welshpool. What a stroke of luck, he spots exactly what he has been looking for. He buys it and brings it home. I’ve spent much of the day de-cluttering the lounge and there are some nice crap free zones. So much easier to dust without the clutter. His ‘prize’ is carefully arranged in a space on top of the CD shelves. Suddenly I am looking at a rather nasty looking figure of a dog. Possibly a bulldog. Faded down one side from where it’s been in the sun, complete with nodding head. I mean, who the bloody hell has a nodding dog on a stationary surface?
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