When you get bored in a charity shop, at first you can feel a little glum. This can affect the environment around you. If left alone on the shop floor a long time, you might be forced to make your own friends. However eventually, you might be persuaded to use you boredom for more constructive means. Tidying … Continue reading »
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Every Saturday Morning Before Work.
Every Saturday morning before work, since I have to wake up before the sun and walk around in the cold to the bus stop, my sister and I like to treat ourselves to a McDonald’s breakfast. (Just took me a couple minutes to remember whether McDonald’s had an apostrophe in it or not. Waterstones have recently … Continue reading »
A Vintage Camera Affair.
(Quick note – updated my About page, and I will be posting on Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday from now on.) I found a bunch of old camera’s in a box that had just recently been donated. There’s was five of them in total but I’ll be showing off three of the most interesting ones here. … Continue reading »
Liverpool and Arsenal conglomerate.
My sister showed this to me and asked me what was wrong with it. Not being a football fan, it took me a couple seconds. How about you? Now unless I’m missing something in the world of football, I’m not sure how something like this would actually come into existence. Are the key-rings for both … Continue reading »
Forever alone.
Someone donated half a Forever Friends/Together Forever type of necklace. What can you say about this? There’s been some terrible falling out, or perhaps they just out grew each other, or they just never found someone to give this half to, so they gave it away. I’m sure the reality of the situation is much … Continue reading »
First post. Imaginative title.
I work at my sisters’s charity shop, I won’t say what charity it is because I’m not sure of the moral/ethical/legal/ ramifications of this. Regardless of this, rooting through other people’s junk is super fun. Since I don’t have a job at the moment I’ve decided to keep myself busy with this little ditty. I … Continue reading »