I went to an antiques fair at the weekend. On a coach. I felt very young. Myself, Mrs Giant68, and our friends Nicky and Neil were the youngest on the coach. When the coach hit a bump you could hear the colostomy bags sloshing around! And as for the clacking of the false teeth...
Mrs Giant68 likes a wander around the antiques stalls and shops every now and then. She says it’s because she lives with an antique. Bloody cheek!
So, anyway, we set off on the coach to Shepton Mallet and the Royal Bath and West of England Showground for a good wander around the relics. Sitting on a coach is quite relaxing, letting someone else drive while you are rocked to sleep after a heavy night. The previous evening we had been to a friends house where we had some good food and copious quantities of red wine, not very conducive to an early start!
I am amazed at the prices that some of these so called antiques sell for. To be honest with you, a lot of it I would call tat and wouldn’t give you tuppence for it. Yes, there was some really nice stuff there and the prices reflected that. I was a little disappointed as I like books, and I found very little in the way of the printed word there. But I am also a Freemason and I always keep my eyes open for anything with the Masonic mark on. I cannot believe the way that the price is inflated when there is a square and compass etched on the surface!
But I enjoyed myself anyway.We were with a couple of friends. We sat in the sun and drank coffee and ate sandwiches in the sunshine. Our friends bought a blanket box and a drop-leaf table which were duly loaded into the luggage lockers on the coach. At some point on the way home I think I must have dropped asleep and dreamed that I was in a poor Carry On film, as Mrs Giant68 and Nicky giggled about getting Nicky’s chest out. And then when I was sat in the back of Nicky’s car and holding the table still while it was on the top of the blanket box being giggled at for holding holding Nicky’s legs down on her chest. Children! How immature. I got cramp in my hand while I was doing it...