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The antique shop. I may, or may not, have mentioned that I have an insatiable need to buy ridiculous items at antique fairs and shops. It goes hand in hand with my love of searching for the unsearchable in charity shops. So today my Mumsy and I pootled off to a little country village which houses a farm shop and café next to a huge Aladdin’s Cave of wonderful mustiness and dust. Having stuffed our bellies with a savoury cream tea {chilli jam? yes please!} we meandered down to the old mill in which live lots of old bits and we browsed. It was like being in Heaven. Tables, mirrors, books, glassware, quirky tea plates, pictures, chairs, trays, suitcases, ancient picnic hampers, toys, rolling pins, vinyl, chandeliers, jewellery, clothing … my tongue did hangeth out … I did buy. Of course I did. I came away with two Enid Blyton Dean & Son Ltd books for my {nearing completion} collection and a new old dolly. Yes, a new old doll. Judge me not. She’s a beauty, is she not? I think new old dolls are going to be my new ‘thang’. I. Must. Stop. Collecting. Old. Useless. But. Pretty. Things. *sigh of guilty contentment*