Yesterday, I hopped on a train at Waterloo to head home for Father’s Day. I snuck off twice to trawl charity shops at both Basingstoke (torrential rain) & Winchester (hail stones). With no umbrella I made do with my granny rainhood; which I don’t think the good folks of Basingstoke town centre really understood. Hey-ho. Chazza shop of the day was the RSPCA, practically everything for sale in it is animal related. Yay. There was no Father’s day lie-in for the ol’ man as he accompanied me to Brookfield car boot sale this morning where I treated him to a boot sale burger breakfast and tea and the sun did shine. It was quite lovely. I’ve hauled all my loot back to the Wick and plan to shoot ‘n’ list my finds to the site tomorrow, although I’ll be holding back some of the kitchen and craft related items for a special event happening with the Shoreditch Sisters in a few weeks time. I’ll tell you all about that one tomorrow. Off to spend the evening making Elderflower champagne. Anyone tried that before?