I took Charley for a walk on Monday morning. We meandered through the local streets at 7am … The local streets scattered with interesting piles of hard rubbish. Such a glorious dog walking morning!
At 7.21am I’d been around the block and up and down a few streets, poked my head into some courts etc. and was nearly home, and thought to myself, maybe I can fit in one more street? It’ll be okay to get home by 7.30am.
Woof! said Charley (not really, I’m just trying to include her in the story a bit more).
So we headed down Wendy’s street. And Charley and I found …. Dunadada … A Webber Q.
I know. Every girl and her cute little dog’s dream right?
I can tell you I was excited. I GRABBED IT! And luckily I was right next to Wendy’s. So I rang her doorbell at that ungodly hour … And left it on her porch to collect later. Lucky she’s used to my hoarding ways.
And Charley and I skipped all the way home.
Woohoo! I know what I’ll be doing next weekend. ❤️
Yesterday I was driving along minding my own business (on Chifley Drive to be specific) and stopped at the Bell Street lights (heading north) where I noticed about 10 big cardboard boxes on the side of the road full of coathangers. 1000s of them I reckon. Accompanied by some serious looking shop fittings.
On my way home from Bunnings I pulled over to take a closer look.
And I couldn’t resist so I picked up some coathangers … and used them to transform Clive’s wardrobe last night … such a nice friendly thing to do on my behalf … don’t you agree? (in our house this is definitely beyond the call of duty – we’re strongly of the school of thought that your own clothes and how you choose to store them is your own problem)
And if only I had a station wagon I might* have picked up a glass display cabinet or two for the Art4All shop.
I wonder if it’s all still there today …
*probably definitely would have.