A rather literal title I know, but I am lost for words at the magnificence of my thrifty finds today.
The salt pot drew me across the room at a ferocious pace, I was clutching it to my heaving bosom when a couple of Penguins threw themselves off the bookcase aiming squarely at the wobbling wonder that is my breast at full heave.
After a quiet moment in the changing room, where yet again I thanked the Heavens for sending their very tip top angel, Mr W. Onderbra, to live amongst us, I left the shop and toddled on home.
The tomato will live on the windowsill for a little while longer until it's ready to be pinched with salt, the penguins will live on my bookcase. Rest assured they will be weighed down by hefty tomes until they can be trusted not to hurl themselves at the first chesty diva that passes them by...