I Love Car Boots.
I love car boots, I love it in the Summer when we get up early to bag a bargain. We try to go down each row so as not to miss anything. I love to look at the clothes, I love linen, and something that's different.
I love car boots, everybody, looking for that special item, that they can sell on either at their own car boot later on or onto eBay.
I love car boots, giving the kids their money and telling them to spend it wisely, they don't. “You paid how much for it!”
I love car boots, finding it, heart pounding, how much will they ask for it. Trying not to look surprise at how cheap they wanted for it! What a bargain!
I love car boots, setting up, selling items even before I have finished making my table look nice, the crowds and always some asking, “have you any jewellery?” “No” “Have you any mobile phones?” “No.”
I love car boots, “how much is the shoes?” she ask “50p now, its real leather belonged to my Brother.” “But look at the scuff on it,” “Its only 50p a bit of polish will cover that over” I replied, “Would you accept 20p for it?” “No” “I will leave it then.” Yet five minutes later it is snapped up by another, who saw a real bargain, and can't believe their luck!
I love car boots, bringing our sausage sandwiches and flasks to save money, it always tastes nicer outdoors.
I love car boots, I never use their horrible loo!
I love car boots, when the old lady comes up and spends £15 from my stall, wanting only the best of everything, no questions asked, nor asking for items to be reduced, she has bought from me twice, and each time she had made my day. (xx)
I love car boots, going back home, satisfied, “can't wait for next Saturday!”
I LOVE car boots!