Ah yes, there's a story there friends.
Initially Matt was fine with my purchases. After all, he was home with the smalls, and really had no idea what I was up to. Well, maybe he had some idea, given I am the woman who goes out for milk and comes home with a new cupboard - 'hey look what I found on the side of the road!'.
By the time we went to pick up our goodies it was dark. I had also managed to snaffle a gorgeous table, four chairs and a stool for the bargain price of 50 clams. It was their breakfast table and is now totally and utterly continuing the love-in with us as our new desk (seen in yesterday's post).
Back to business, Matt was hmphing and pmphing about - under the guise that he was not pleased with the amount of stuff I had successfully bidded on. But who could be unhappy with paying $5 for that cute little cradle, and the cot, and a huuuge Emmalunga pram (that I don't want). And the other random stuff shoved into that vintage cot that I had to WHEEL ALL THE WAY HOME BY MYSELF WITH AN IRONING BOARD ON TOP IN THE DARK.
Did you just read that last sentence again? No, no need, you read it right. Yes. Me. In the dark pushing a cot around deepest, darkest suburbia by myself like some crazy cot/trolley lady. I was praying I wouldn't see anyone. But you know, of course I would. A man walking his dog. I was surprised he didn't cross the road to avoid me. Cars drove past with lights blazing and I am sure they slowed. I know they slowed.
Inside houses, people could hear this strange, faint clickety-clack while they were watching Sunday night TV. It was me. Me and the cot. Of course Matt was nowhere to be seen. He was at home (HMPH!) waiting for me. And that's what husbands of junkers do.
However, this came home a few weeks ago. And it wasn't by my hands. Nope. Someone else who has legs long enough to reach the pedals in the car picked this up from the side of the road and brought it home for me. It wasn't the Doctor. Nor was it Tiny. Can you guess who's got the bug?