Jo's car boot
I am bloody knackered. This morning I was up at 5.30am and nearly fell down the stairs carrying a box the size of a large child. Why? I went to my local car boot sale at Brighton station. Now my tummy is rumbling and I am tired. I am quite tempted to have a little doze on the sofa, but knowing me I will then wake up in about 5 hours time.
I was selling a whole load of crap (not literally) that I have accumulated over the last 20 years. I made a profit of about 30 squid, which is better than a kick in the head. It makes me laugh, because people will haggle over fifty pence, while holding a fag (25 pence), drinking a cup of tea from the cafe (100 pence) and eating a minging greasy burger (250 pence). To me, that doesn't make any sense whatsoever (bunch of tossers- not everyone at the car boot, just the pikey hagglers).
Anyway, it is a lovely sunny day and I am now going to go and string up some hammocks for my ferrets.
2 weeks to go now and everything in my life revolves around tuk tuks- so much so that I forgot my god daughter's first birthday. So, belated happy birthday Hope, love you.