The other day we decided to declutter some of the 'stuff' that has failed to sell on eBay and isn't good enough for a proper auction house. So we gathered our boxes. Brian-next-door added two old cabinets (one with a drawer missing) and the little blue car was loaded up.
There was just enough room for it all and the three of us. We set off to the next village.
To the village hall.
Where we booked our things in.
There was quite a lot of miscellaneous 'stuff'' there already. Some of it even made our humble offerings look tempting.
The next night we set forth again, to see if anything would sell. To be honest, the only thing I held any hope for was the old top box from Andy's motor bike. Brian was tempted by a few things, but I did have to remind him of what Jean would say if he came home with another drill, even if the battery on his other one is flat.
So there we were with our bits and bobs. A box of old cameras and film things, probably not working...
Noddy and the Flintstones...
...a box of Happy Meal toys, collected from charity shops over the years...
...and the bedside cabinets, the motorbike top box and a bound set of old National Geographic magazines from the 1940s. People began shuffling to the main hall for the auction. I think a lot of the room was filled with locals having an night out. Which was pretty much what it was for us too.
In the end we made (after fees) the princely sum of £7. But looking on the bright side, that pays for a couple of loaves of bread and some milk. And we've got more space.