I don’t know whether people all over the world have boot sales [Yank – trunk sales I guess]. Personally I’d rather spend the day eating Scotch Bonnet peppers and dangling my bits in a frozen lake.
The idea is you collect all your rubbish items up, like foot spas and plastic worm feeders, shove them in your car and proceed to a muddy field on a very cold Sunday along with other deranged people and try and sell your ‘treasured’ items.
Apparently, after a few hours, you get really bored and wander round and see what other people have to offer.
“Ooooo …….. a wooden lavatory with hardly any woodworm!!!!! I’ll buy it”
“Ooooo ……. a metal thing that would look lovely if I de-rust it, paint it and mount it on a piece of driftwood!!!! I’ll have it”
“Ooooo …… plastic dining chairs in the manner of Chippendale – irresistible!!!”
……. and eventually you go home at the end of the day with more ‘stuff’ than you started with ……….. tsk
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(’The idea is you collect all your rubbish items up’………….. hmmm. You can all see it coming, can’t you? Lo,TG Ed)
Stumble It!
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I empathize with you daddyp. I’m addicted to checking out other people’s castoffs at markets and car boot sales
I think the word should be ‘antithesis’ Nursey – I can’t stand the things ……….
car boot sales are great fun…..some people sell attempt to sell some absolute s***e though. The most bizarre one I have been to was when I was on holiday in the former Yugoslavia… your picture above compared to what they were selling looks like treasure … there were second hand tooth brushes, odd shoes, mens jockey (used of course)… everything just looked broken or minging
[have you picked your frozen lake?]
They are NOT great fun – are you mad? [there is no need to answer that - tee hee]. I carry a mobile frozen lake around with me just in case I find myself at a boot sale by accident …………
i have to agree they are great, you have fun, yes you normally freeze to death but you have a laugh and make money and spend it on warm tea and burgers in an effort to keep you warm, its been a few year since i did one, what with having no car and no front garden i can not do either the yank one or the english one.
Hello Jacks – they are NOT fun. How many times do I have to say it? Cold, wet, muddy, people arguing over 6p, the car getting stuck, making no money ……
[actually, I did do a 'boat jumble' once and made a small fortune - but don't tell anyone - shussssssh]
your secret is safe with me….
It fills me with horror but I’m going to have to attend one of these events soon. What else can you do with the junk that you can’t sell on ebay and even the local tip won’t allow you to drop off. If I let you know when and where, DP, perhaps you can pop by and relieve me of my extensive collection of wall brackets… discounts for a job lot.
Don’t do it!!!! There must be an alternative solution – make a sculpture, bury them in the garden, give them away as presents – do anything but DON’T DO A BOOT SALE!!!!!!
I’m wearing my boots so any attempt to sell them will be met with a swift kick in the wotsits!
And you Yanks can leave my trunk alone – hmmm – with the possible exception of fracas – but she’s a Can
uckadian so that doesn’t count.We stand warned Archie ……. if you have any trouble I’ll be nearby ready to provide a *tsk*
Your bits in a frozen lake? Yikes…My bits don’t have a very high threshold for pain, I admit-
I’m addicted to the thrift shops here in town, particularly Bojo’s antiques, a two story monster of a thrift/antique shop. I could kill three afternoons just wandering around, looking at all the old toys and records-
That’s a completely different kettle of fish ……
[I've just been feeding the ducks over at your place - what a small world!]
Quite right.
And they do enjoy it! Just no white bread, please…upsets the GI tract.
Tea?
I cannot seem to get the handle of this thing today…not enough coffee, methinks.
Quite right.
And they do enjoy it! Just no white bread, please…upsets the GI tract.
Tea?
[ignore]
I’m not sure what time it is in your part of the world ……… but have you been drinking something other than tea? ……. just asking …….
My part of the world? It’s early afternoon…but it’s February already-
On this one I have to agree with you DP. I hate going to these things too. But, Walter loves them. So we go when he is home.
Okay I know it took me almost 72 hours to get over here. I also know it’s very late over yonder on the other side of the Atlantic.
But, this way I can say good night and good morning at the same time.
Lookie I came back because I missed you. I am getting another make over I hope this week end.
Away with the dark…black and in with light!!
I hope you sleep well. I will see you tomorrow when I get up.
Of course that will be lunch time for you. By the way Walter would love that shovel.
A make-over sounds like a good idea. A fresh start and the light showing at the end of the tunnel – excellent……….. and Walter can keep his beady eye off that shovel as well!!!!
They call ‘em FLEA MAKRKETS over here….coincidence?!?
We think not don’t we?