a diamond in the dust

I think it was at 02:16 this morning, standing outside waiting for the doggie to have a wee, enjoying the still of a rare warm night, bathed in the 99%fullmoon light, that I stopped feeling arb. And since then the weekend just got better.

This morning we set off in search of some refurbished office chairs for our study. Husband has ongoing back issues and works from home often enough that he needs a decent chair, I always blog work from home and could do with one too. So we hit the first of a couple of 2nd hand office furniture stores, and discovered ... this ...

At first glance a smallish warehouse of sad, repossessed office-ware; on closer examination (and we ended up hanging out there for over an hour), a veritable treasure-trove of the bizarre, 

the magnificent,

and a complete set of 'omg are these kinda out-there enough to actually be awesome or is my sense of awesome completely addled by the copious amounts of dust I'm inhaling?' chairs.

Fear not, I'm now convinced of the latter.

But it turns out this dusty dungeon of delights did have the perfect (normal black office) chairs for us - I'm sitting on one now and without too much o/s can I just say my butt is very happy :) - but also ... my birthday present! Here's a clue.

I have to pick it up on Monday and drive it home with my eyes closed. But that's not the hard part. Husband has to hide it somewhere I'll never think to look for a whole 9 days after that. Tricky.

Yay!