Turning out the tat
The continuing story of readying a house for sale involves the inevitable throwing out of tat.
I'm not sure where I picked this fella up. I think he was given to me one festival when I was running the Angels venue. He's sat gathering dust in my kitchen ever since. And tomorrow, he begins a new life starting at my local Oxfam.
Posted by pab at 18:00
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