Six or so weeks ago, Connor sees an ad for Lego on the telly and immediately enters into six year old Lego lust.
He has a basket of the big blocks, but he’s really outgrown them, and anyway, it’d be nice to get the kids something to stretch their imaginations. They’re both arty kids, I remember Lego with a massive amount of nostalgia, and it’d be great to have some for them to play with.
We hit the shops to price some up.
We have a mutual heart attack.
We ask around, to see if anybody has some they’d like to give away cheap/free.
Our good friend Sally has a box of it in the garage. Our friend Sue Ann points us in the direction of Bricklink.
Aiden remembers that he has disposable income.
And that’s just the sets. That’s not counting the loose pieces, the blocks and plates and cones and weird wibbly bits that don’t build up into something.
And it doesn’t count the Atlantis set we have on layby. Or the T-6 shuttle Aiden went out yesterday and bought for himself after I took the photos.
I think I’m going to have to add a page to my website.
Crack, people. It’s like fucking crack.