Then, on Wednesday I had to go over to Birmingham (long story) so I decided to take the opportunity to donate some of the bags of stuff in the back of my car to the charity shop near K’s house. Now I only have a boot full of vintage terracotta land drain pipes that I bought for 99p from a farm in UK and which I am going to pile up in the old, unused fireplace aperture at the French house to store red wine.
I left my daughter in the car with engine running, dropped the bags, scanned around and zoomed in on what looked like a big clay tablet with a moulded earthenware glazed edging. I flipped it over (not easy, it weighs a TON!) and saw a portion of an old map had been fixed to the heavy clay tablet and glazed over again. “There’s three more of those at the back ” quoth the lady behind the counter. I dragged all four pieces over to her and said “I’ll take them, my money’s in the car outside; don’t sell them , I’ll be TWO SECONDS!”
Local wide-boy antique dealer spots me, assumes if I’m looking at it , it’s worth having ( I’ve had a couple of stand-offs with this geezer in the junk furniture shop around the corner)
We p*****d him off last month when he was stalking me again and my small grandson witheringly told him..
“My Nana doesn’t want that one anyway, it’s only veneer”)
Dealer pounces “I’ve got a tenner here , she won’t come back, I’ll take them”.
“NO!” I squeak,“I saw them first”.
Ladybehindcounter speaks up ” have you donated? No? then on your bike, Sonny Jim”
So you see, if you do good deeds , you will be rewarded…………..