
Im sitting in my Junk-it room, isolated from the real world, in the bliss of silence, ready for a blizzard in my winter woollens, not even my dog Toby dares to speak...

There is dripping , from the pathetic drizzle they call rain, and it is still seeping in, slowly making its way along the window sill, and then down the wall to a very wet patch on my carpet!
Can I tell you the aroma this damp , closed ,cold room is filled with??
But on a positive note....I had a wonderful day yesterday out junking, filling the ute, filling the trailer, twice, had a blast!
But on a positive note....I had a wonderful day yesterday out junking, filling the ute, filling the trailer, twice, had a blast!
It is amazing what a positive influence all this junking therapy has on me!
My family are either asleep, or out doing their thing, and Im in here doing my thing, my life as a junker is complete...
My family are either asleep, or out doing their thing, and Im in here doing my thing, my life as a junker is complete...









kitchen, but I just dont have the room....

