It was the week before Giftmas, and Hylas and I were driving around Auckland in the sticking hot humidity, trying to find me a bathtub. I’d let my fingers do the walking already, so we were at least driving to places we knew had bathtubs. What we didn’t know was the condition they were in and the price.
The first demolition yard we came to was an enormous, stuffed-to-the-gills, warehouse. The fellow who owned it ignored us totally – he continued to sit in his little office, although he was well aware we’d come in. So we wandered around, picking our way over and around things (I was regretting wearing jandals for that, although not for the heat). The bathtubs we found pretty quickly – the prices were appallingly high for the condition they were in. Still, I was curious to see what else was in there, so we wandered further.
What do you know – an aisle of enormous window frames! I couldn’t resist, and can you blame me?
I got a little more daring after that:
That was the only thing we took away from there, though. The guy only deigned to emerge from his hidey-hole when we had questions for him – and boy was he a grumpy-pants!
We ended up driving to the other side of Auckland, to a demolition place that wasn’t even on my original list. But I found an awesome tub – and it was well worth the outing
What lovely painted toenails I have. Hylas does a great job on them for me.