Honest Hay

The antique stall chap was just setting up when I went to work this morning - he was standing there with the sail of a small boat in his hand as if he was looking for the lake.
He pointed out a lamp that was lying on the ground. "Look at that," he said. "I left that behind on Saturday night - and I didn't come yesterday because of the weather - and it's still here this morning. Seventy quid's worth of Art Deco lamp! I love this place!"