Tables II

The boys are back with the stuff from Carbootsale and Catty. We can no longer be surprised by the boxes of rubbish they couldn't be bothered chucking out themselves, I guess. The five tables come as a surprise. Especially as two of the tables from down here were stolen earlier in the week to go over to Catty for some reason despite them saying 'No room! No room!'

"Where are they going?" I ask Alwyn.

"Two of them are replacing a table in the staff room," he replies.

I keep well out of the way.