carbootastic

5.30am. That's time the alarm went off this morning. Yikes.

Yesterday evening had seen me desperately cramming a pushcahir, a CD rack, a cement mixer, a deep fat frier (new), a bread maker (used), a two tables, one chair, and a kitchen (amongst other things), into the back of my car. (After heaving all the seats OUT of the back of my car.)

By 6.15 am I had joined the unimaginably long queue of other cars, all also crammed to the sunroofs with old junk that they hoped to exchange for some poor idiots' hard earned cash! One mans' treasure is another mans' rubbish and vice-versa, or so they say.

On being allocated my pitch, I parked, opened the boot, turned around and got greeted with "oh I'M fundraising for them!" And there was Maggie, wildly gesticulating towards my 'women for Women' T-shirt.
Maggie and I had never met, and of 60 women world-wide who are going on the Cuba trip from 21st November, here, by a complete coincidence was another of them, parked right next to me, also geared up and ready to pass off her old unwanted stuff to get a bit closer to her £3000 target! Maggie's Mum was parked up the other side, also selling for Women for women - so what are the chances! Three car booters set up in a row all raising for the same charity!

Anyway, the weather held out, the flask of tea held out (yes I was very prepared) but the jam sarnies were devoured woe-fully early and I later regretted eating them as I was hungry again! It was especially galling when the two car-booters opposite pulled out bars of chocolate and started tantalising me with them. Hey ho. I survived the rush, did let the pushchair go for far too little, but got a good deal on most of the stuff. After six hours, I packed the remaining stuff back in my car, having not managed to convince the public of Frome that they wanted it.

So, two hours of sorting the stuff and loading the car, and six hours of selling, plus another hour or so to come of unloading the stuff (probably into the nearest charity shop) and I have raised my self the grand sum of £61.40.

I think my report for the day would echo those classic lines from school. "could do better". But hey - could do worse as well eh?!

Now, anyone want a CD rack? Its yours for two quid! Go on! You know you want to....its for charity!