Yep. A nasty southerly whipping up the country, driving thin fronts at a rate of about one every 1.5 hours. Cold, cold rain. So I stayed in bed all morning, reading a book.
In the afternoon, going a little stir crazy, I set out to investigate the 2nd hand furniture shops over the ridge in Newtown. Up a hill and down a hill, and halfway down the hill I met a bloke loading furniture into his car. I commiserated with him about moving in this horrible weather, and we ended up chatting about map drawers and wether the recycling centre would take back stuff they had originally sold. I opined that they would, and asked if the solid wooden desk out on the pavement was also destined for the same miserable fate. Said I'd offer some cash for it if he'd drop round to my place....
Long story short, I am now the proud posessor of one desk, missing a drawer, and which could do with stripping back and refinishing, but a nice simple piece of furniture, the likes of which I have been completely unable to find in the furniture stores - for the grand total of $2 and a cup of tea.
Cordelia's Honor, by Lois McMaster Bujold. Some of you may have infected me I mean heard of it.
Saw a really nice 60's vintage chase longue. Unfortunately it was recently reupholstered in white vinyl and orange fake-suede. Accurate for the period, comfortable shape for curling up with a book - but somehow just not me. Could suit Sarah M, but her hair would probably clash with the orange cushions, and the style with her 50's wardrobe.
Rimu, I think. Not 100% sure.