Disappointed

Well, here's a little moan for you.

I found this amazing antique furniture set in a charity shop. It was really beautiful - old, sturdy, a honey sort of colour with beautiful carving and moulding. It was three pieces - a dressing table and two wardrobes. I was instantly in love with it. I saw it yesterday, first, so when Scott got home, I talked to him about it and we decided if there was room to store it, I could get it. So today, I measured out some space and then took the tape measure into the shop. I was so afraid it would be gone; when I went upstairs, it at first appeared to be gone, as there was an open space where it had been yesterday. But then I noticed it had simply been moved, but there were two women looking at it very intently. I heard one say, 'I could have the big one [wardrobe] and you could have the small one.'

I didn't want them to know I was interested too, in case they snatched it up, so I waited until they'd moved on and measured it. It would just about fit. However, I didn't want to make the call without talking to Scott first, yet unfortunately, Scott left his mobile at home so I couldn't call. Then, as I was thinking the situation through, the women came downstairs and bought it.

I was gutted. I suppose it just wasn't meant to be, but it really was a beautiful set, and for such a bargain. My disappointment drove me to buy some ice cream at Tesco.

Then, to add to my disappointing experience, Scott called from work to say he couldn't get the day off he'd requested for Jeff and Katie's wedding. So now I have to decide whether to go alone or not at all. Big Stupid Crapiness.

Ick, and Fifi just totally filled her nappy. And it sounds unpleasant. Moan moan moan.