Ruthlessly went through all the possessions in the attic and managed to get them all stuffed into the car. At this point a word of thanks to the memory of my parents - who were great propronents of 'packing the car correctly' ie treating it like a 3d jigsaw to see just how much stuff can be packed in. You know how it goes, if we turn this up this way and wedge this thing in here then that can fit in here and everything else has to be carried in your lap...I like to think they were subsituting possessions for airbags in the pre-airbag days...But I suspect that we just traveled with a lot of STUFF.
So anyway we found a car boot sale http://www.u-boot.co.uk/index.htm loaded the car and left the house at 5:30ish, psyched to off load the goodies and make loads of dosh...The first one being the most important.
It was dark, it was cold and a bit damp and at 6:15 we were about car number 10 in a large field. Being newbies (but faking hard) we looked for a likely spot, got the pasting tables out and proceeded flog the stuff to anyone that would have it. The usual vultures (read dealers) converged and the first one asked if we had old military weapons...I think both of us laughed..Any two people less likely to have old military weapons I can't think of! The junk came out, the prices were low and we were not afraid to harangue passerbys to stop and look. Feeling no shame I even had M yelling 'It's all gotta go, we're moving to America, it;s not coming with us'...People buy the strangest things at car boot sales...Like the silk flowers but not the vase, and 24 business class airline kits...Still, £143 pounds richer we went home for a nap, with only 6 things and a few leftover books for the recyling.
Still more in the loft though....Might have to have another.
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