Naice has brought home a huge roll of bubblewrap and some cardboard boxes, and so finally the time has come to wrap up the family EPNS and get it sold. We can’t take it with us, and I doubt my sister or uncle would want any but a few pieces. It’s a pity there’s nothing of real value amongst them – I mean Antiques Roadshow type valuable (“Gran’s been using it as a spitoon for the last 30 years” (early 14th century ming vase, £3.1m)… “Found it at a car boot sale last month, mate – paid two pounds for it.” (Czar Alexander III Imperial Faberge egg, £1.3m)) etc. But alas, ‘tis not to be. On the other hand, I’m certainly not going to take it all up the Carrymebackey auction, where the best you could hope for is to sell the lot in a couple of boxes for a tenner a piece. No – I’ve decided, I’m going to pack them up and drive round some of the auctions in England, so that at least we can have a few nice days out from it.
Anyway, it’s only money and stuff – not what we’re after at all at all – although maybe I’ll buy another lottery ticket anyway (can’t hurt, eh?)