Or perhaps I should write, the new secondhand baby ...
The Belgian bloke and I were up early and out the door before 8am this morning. It's Sunday and we had decided to head out to the huge outdoor Sunday market in Waterloo.
The range of stuff you can find there is remarkable, perhaps even more so for a girl from smalltown New Zealand. There is so much really ancient stuff. 200+ stalls, laid out in an orderly fashion, allowing you to explore the entire market and not get confused. There's a delightful mix of genuine antiques, that stuff that looks like it's been pulled directly from someone's cellar or attic without stopping to clean it along the way, and more contemporary 'stuff'.
The new baby may have traveled that middle path, straight from the attic, undusted. It was quite stiff from lack of use and Gert had the unenviable job of breathing new life into it.
It's a little orange Standard Ugro and I can't find one online so far and now I'm wondering if it's older than we realised.
Anyway ... anyone who knew me back in those days that were filled with tortuous hours of learning to touch-type on old Olivetti typewriters would now collapse laughing over my delight at playing with this little orange machine ...
I love it.