Last Sunday I was face-painting, for Animal SOS Sri Lanka, to raise much needed funds for the street dogs and cats who suffer the most awful abuse and cruelty. This is the second year that a local charity has held a fun day and it’s now an annual event that hopefully will get bigger each year..
Now, as you know I’ve been decorating, and as I’ve gone from room to room I’ve been collecting all sorts of bits and pieces and books that I no longer need for the charity shops. Well, I suddenly had a brainwave and decided to ask daughter to sell them at the fun day and make an absolute fortune for the Sri Lankan animals.
Soooooooooo…..on the day, we piled the car high with all our goodies and set off. After what I suspect may have been an illegal drive across the park, finally we were ready to set up shop and make a killing.
But…..nobody had reserved our table, so I went dashing around the HUGE park and eventually borrowed a dodgy wall-papering table that had a broken leg. We had no cloth but nevertheless, we set up stall! To my amazement the table remained upright when all the books were piled on…but daughter insisted on me moving my face paints, which, according to her, were ruining the look of her arty stall….SERIOUSLY!!!! Not seeing arty there myself, but hey, what do I know!
Now….hubs had set his heart on having a nice quiet Sunday and had said that he wouldn’t be bringing the dogs along…..so when I rang him asking if he could bring me a small table and a chair for my face painting kit , he was naturally disgruntled, but eventually agreed….albeit grumpily.
So, back to business. I excitedly arranged my wares beautifully on the grass and was rather peeved to hear daughter referring to them as a load of old tat….and then we waited for our first customers.
But none came….but the rain sure did!!! So daughter and I frantically threw all the books and wares under the dodgy table which set the broken leg wobbling precariously.
It absolutely hammered down for an hour, and we had no cover to shelter under. As we huddled together totally bedraggled, hubs turned up with raincoats for us, grumbling about it being his second visit and all, even though we hadn’t asked him to come.
Then the sun came out and I began to get a few customers. Then it rained, and we hurriedly threw the even wetter books and wares under the table and waited it out. I lost count of the times we moved those wretched books, and bunch of old tat!
Suddenly, I looked up, and there was hubs with the dogs, who went absolutely wild when they spotted me, so let’s just say I was rather wetter and muddier when they’d finished bouncing up and down on me.
I think hubs had given up on the idea of a peaceful afternoon. To my amazement though, he actually bought the dogs a doggy ice cream each which is not at all like him. I did ask him if he would he get me a cup of tea, but that had very little mileage sadly….sighs…
Then the rain hammered down again, so hubs and the dogs took to sheltering in my car, whilst daughter and I battled on.
By this time, most people were heading home so daughter and I decided to call it a day. We counted our money….and….daughter had raised the grand sum of…………£5, yes a measly fiver, and I had made a dismal £55.
I couldn’t believe it. All my soggy books and old tat were still sitting on the wobbly wet table and soaked grass. At one point in the day a lady had admired a lamp in the old tat range. It had cost me £45 a few years ago. She asked how much it was and I said whatever she thought it was worth, she said…£3! Cheek! And…..she didn’t even buy it at that price in the end.
Daughter complained that my wares were truly appalling….and given that she’s a born sales person, with the right product she would of course, have cleaned up!!! Yeah….right!!!
So….we piled the car high with our sodden wares and sent hubs home with it while we helped people to take tents down. Now, as the final tent was coming down, the rain water bellied to one side and poured over me like Niagara falls…..chilling and soul destroying it was, I kid you not! I can’t remember ever being so wet in my life.
Then I finally headed home and fed the cat…in torrential rain, mucked out the hog….in torrential rain….and walked the dogs ….in torrential rain.
Hubs then told me he’d thrown all my junk in the garage, unfortunately under the leaky bit, so I’d best move what was left of them. So I did….in torrential rain.
Then finally, I changed into dry clothes and looked for the hairdryer, only to find that daughter had taken it back with her to the house were she was cat sitting, so I sat with wet hair all night….some days you win, some days you lose eh? But you’ve got to laugh haven’t you, afterwards of course!!!