Fleeing toot sweet

Thank you a A thrifty Mrs for reminding me this morning of a trip to my local Charadee shop.

You must go and look at her blog as its filled with great ideas, your gunna love it.



Funny A Thrifty should mention this [no, you have to read her post after mine] because as i wandered into the local Hospice shop recently i found pure delishness, i was lucky that day to see that Miss Lovely was on duty, i don't venture in when Mrs Nasty is manning the shop.....*Shiver* [she scares the life outta me]. I rooting about, as is my want, when i happened upon the box of delights called *scrap* some joker scrubbed out the "S" titter....inside was a load of needles and crochet hooks etc... heaven.:-) Anyway at the bottom of the box was another smaller box, full of ....swoon..... buttons! So with fear and trepidation i dove in [is dove a real word or is it a bird?]......anyhow, whilst drooling over all this yummieness and snatching a little old ladies hand away, whilst at the same time nobbling her so that she was under no illusion that these were "my buttons" so she better "move along as there is nuffin to see here woman"........ growl....... don't worry its OK Little Old Lady was helped to a chair a bandage and a glass of Chardonnay [we is posh here in Brentwood] by the assistant Miss Nice.
Mrs Nasty's trouble alarm must have been set to maximum, and as she entered i felt the room fall silent and a chill descended all around ...........
the customers held their breath and depositing their goods back where they found them, swiftly left the shop.......... now it was just her and me....... who was gunna win..... Dun Dun Dern ......... well........ she did, on shakily handing over my treasured box of buttons, she bellowed "cant you sort through them and take the ones you want!" "we get a lot of people asking for buttons, i don't like selling a whole box"..... who is this woman! i thought, why cant she just sell me the flummin buttons, why should i have to sort through a box looking for the prize of that "Special" jewel that i have always hunted/scavenged for! I want to look and savour that moment, in my own home with the curtains shut from prying eyes, not in the middle of a crowded shop!!!! :-(

So after giving Mrs Nasty the evil eye i left my box of delights on the counter, muttered under my breath then scuttled off, kicking out at the old feeble man who had dared to cross the threshold while Mrs Nasty Reigned, leaving him in no doubt at my disdain.........

So i never got me buttons :-( ..... Mrs Nasty still resides at the counter ......... Miss nice is now married to the young son of the *old lady* who is actually a multi millionairess! I found this out while reading the headline in the local paper. *Millionairess in Charity shop fight with button Madwoman* Mafia Sons Seek Revenge!!!!!! Eeeek..... Flip..... gotta go ......... now where is me flammin passport.............