Livin' Middle England
May. 10th, 2009 03:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
slowfoxJust back from manning the tombola stall (with ex) at the boy's school fair. The spoils on offer were, in general, unwanted Christmas presents and other tack of momunmentally undesirable attributes: my unease at asking people to cough up 20p per ticket (special offer: buy 5 for £1!) was assuaged somewhat by the knowledge that the proceeds were going to the school. Nonetheless, I was glad when the table was cleared, and the last bottle of bubble bath had been handed over to its delighted owner.
In addition to the tombola, the school field was given over to a car boot sale. Car boots are, apparently, something of a lifestyle for, shall we say a, uh, certain demographic in this green and pleasant land, and there's something profoundly dispiriting about trudging around a school field on an overcast Sunday, looking at outgrown toys/aged VHS tapes/utter junk whilst, in turn, being watched by the (impossibly optimistic) sellers, all of whom managed to effortlessly confirm any and all of the lazily convenient stereotypes that I had assumed would be appropriate.
In addition to the tombola, the school field was given over to a car boot sale. Car boots are, apparently, something of a lifestyle for, shall we say a, uh, certain demographic in this green and pleasant land, and there's something profoundly dispiriting about trudging around a school field on an overcast Sunday, looking at outgrown toys/aged VHS tapes/utter junk whilst, in turn, being watched by the (impossibly optimistic) sellers, all of whom managed to effortlessly confirm any and all of the lazily convenient stereotypes that I had assumed would be appropriate.
