I’ll take it.

So the other day when I was driving out of the garage at work to go to lunch, this is what I saw hanging around outside in the parking lot – the antique kitchen unit that used to be in the studio upstairs, that work was obviously on the verge of getting RID of. I parked my car, ran inside, found a boss and offered to give it a new home before it landed up being best friends with a dumpster and an old mouldy milk carton somewhere. I was told that if I could arrange a ride for it, then it was all mine.

And so this very kitchen unit now lives in our living room at home, because it was too wide for the stairs leading up to our storeroom, which means that slowly but surely our house is becoming more and more like our storeroom upstairs. Sigh. But I couldn’t leave it? Look how scared it was, trying to hide itself behind a pole for safety. Shaaaame. You would of done the same thing right? Right.