Junk shop mooch.

There’s something charming about a junk shop, maybe it’s seeing a stack of old shite from our yesterdays in one place? For every item that got sent to the dump over the years another piece survives, eventually someone will want to pay cash for all those things we’ve chucked away in the past.

Deal or no deal?

If Carlsburp did pub games….

Cheap books, always plenty of those down the local junk shop.

I guess not every item gets a happy ending? I’ll get my violin out.

No doubt there’s some rocking horse manure lurking inside your average charity shop?

Loads of glasses, should’ve gone to SpecSavers.

Second hand watches….. See what I did there?

Next time that you chuck out your chintz, stop and think, what will you miss in a few years time?