Car Booty Revisited. (Updated)

The end of BST has thrown my body into some confusion.
I awoke at 06:15 and spent a good five minutes trying to work out if that was the correct time or if it was acutally 05:15 (which is far to early to get out of bed on a Sunday morning).
I consulted my pod, which had migrated into a pillow-case during the night.
As my eyesight kicked in I checked Linda's DAB radio/alarm.
Both confirmed it was indeed 06:15.
I decided to risk it and peeled myself out of bed to do tea duty.
Linda-Little-Ray-of-Sunshine rose, grilled a couple of vegi-sausages (that remained disturbingly 'pink') and primped her bouffant.
It is now 06:50.
So, what does one do if you're awake, dressed and breakfasted at this hour on a Sunday morning?
Visit a Car Boot Sale, obviously.

We got to Fontwell Race Course before 07:30 and found that most of the 'booters' were still setting up their stalls.

First purchase of the day:

A Thing of Beauty

A virtually new Dualit 2 slice toaster for £10.
I didn't even consider haggling.
I don't think it's ever made a slice of toast.
Along with an Alessi 'Flying Saucer' kettle, the Dualit toaster has been on my 'object of desire' list for around 12 years.
I nearly cried.

Next up, £5 on a mid-cent-mod cabinet:

Hmmm, wooden

On returning home I gave it a damn good beeswax polish and it came up a treat. Now all we have to do is decide where it's going in the flat. This crucial choice will be settled by several rounds of arm-wrestling.

£1 bought me a bold statue:

For those about to strike

I now believe the storm-trooper's helmets from Star Wars were modeled on the head of a budgie.

And, last but not least:

Even more wooden

It's, very surprisingly, in tune.
Granted the scale it plays is around G# but what the hey, it makes a jolly noise.

It's still only 11.00.
Now what?

Update:

Linda insists that I include her purchases:

6 bare ladies and a mermaid

Who have all just had a bath.