This one wasn’t even considered to be worthy of a price ticket at the local church-shop. So I generously offered a whole note of five Australian dollars! I can be like that sometimes.
A bit of ceiling white paint (still have about half a bucket after the last ceiling refreshing) and there it is – my new, perfectly colour-coordinated coffee table.
You would never think of this particular hidden value but there it is: every time a certain handsome young man accompanying his mother accidentally draws with colour pencils or scratches with sharp objects the surface of my table I can repaint it in just five minutes and it is new again. Such accident could never spoil my warm relationships with the above-mentioned young gentlemen.