Just look at this beauty!
Yet finding such a ch-reasure can come at a cost.
Not as in money, mind, (£1.99 oh yes,) but as in a guilty conscience ...
You see, I think I've broken my own rules.
A little while ago I drew up the 'Charity Shopping Charter', if you remember. (And many thanks for all your additions to this very important piece of litigation by the way!)
Well, I was completely innocently perusing the table cloths, which happened, perchance, to be next to the 'door of the inner sanctum'.
The door was slightly ajar.
I didn't mean to look in, but that psychedelic fabric was calling me...
Does it count that I saw it and then asked if I could buy?
I didn't actually ask the keeper of the treasures if there was anything of vintage loveliness in the 'inner sanctum'.
A I forgiven?
Could you resist?
Please be kind.