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Thursday, 17 August 2017

Don't you just...

love a car boot?
I do!


The crack of dawn mornings,  the shifty early bird who wants to get stuck in with helping you unpack, in the hope you may any second be unveiling a Ming vase.

The rediscovery of forgotten treasures, the memories they invoke of happier/sadder times.

"The shall I, should I,
maybe keep it till next time?"
Knowing all the while it must go.

All is so good for the soul... 

I don't idly wonder...

I KNOW!
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2 comments:

  1. Cro Magnon17 August 2017 at 15:30

    I have only been a seller once. As I unpacked all the treasure people were literally throwing money at me. I made about £400 in the first half hour, and it was still hardly light. Never again!

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    1. Lettice17 August 2017 at 15:42

      Crumbs Cro... what were you selling... the odd Sevres teapot or two, deconstructed Rolex watch and a marble bust of Napoleon?

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