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Much of today was spent rifling through somebody else's rubbish. I had attempted to do some rubbish rifling yesterday, but my beautiful Italian friend is more of a shoe shopper than a hand-me-downs shopper. Plus she talks too much. About everything. And anything. This suits me because I'm happy to simply nod and smile in all the right places, but it makes it difficult to browse for items in the shop if I have to concentrate on the mad rantings of another. Mumsy was my companion of choice today, and - like me - she enjoys a good rummage. I think we managed to visit every single charity shop in the little city on the river. Even if we didn't, we returned to the car laden down with goodies. I found a gorgeously lovely top and a cute little patchwork table mat. She discovered a Ken Follett book and some fancy coat-hangers. Our bags also overflowed with non-charity shop items; a fancy pink bowl and some latte glasses from Wilko's, chilli pistachios and quinoa from the health food shop, a little tiny handbag and some socks from Peacocks. Goodness, anyone would think I was paid earlier in the week ...