Lie after lie after lie. The contempt they show for us is quite unbelievable. Must nip out now I need to see if I can drive to the shops with a blindfold on whilst wearing a cat on my head and reciting chapters from Alice in wonderland, anyone got a 4 year old I can borrow!
I will say no more.
Well one thing more and it pains me to say so but i have the feeling he will survive?
You know what will happen lockdown will finish (eventually) and it will rain for 6 weeks1
I really cannot bring myself to comment anymore today, it’s all bollocks spouted by men speaking it fluently!
A story.
Treasure
I was looking through the catalogue, just browsing, I stopped short, surely not, it couldn’t be but there it was, right there, on the page 27. I hadn’t seen it for 30 years. Memories flooded back, the place where we bought it, holding hands on the way home, the guilty expense, the anticipation of having it home. I stared at the page, was it really the same one, it had to be. I rang the auction house, a lady answered. Could she please tell me more about the lot on page 27? She transferred me to someone called Geraint. Geraint was very helpful and I put the phone done convinced it was the same one.
Excited I made tea and wondered what to do.
Two days later, I boarded a train for Cheltenham. The auction was at 2. I never been to one before, I’d seen them on TV, I knew how they worked. I’d found out the reserve price. With some juggling I could just about afford it. If the bids climbed, I couldn’t go much higher. I tried to read but could not concentrate, my mind was full of the past.
Just married, in love, mad for each other. We’d found a small flat, we described it as cosy. We did everything together, inseparable. A windfall, an Aunt left me some money. It was delicious dreaming how to spend it. Let’s indulge ourselves and on a cold Friday in January, we travelled across London by underground. The man we bought it from, promised he’d have delivered by the following week.
Wednesday, he telephoned, saying he’d be with us by 11. The time dragged until he arrived.
It was ours, beautiful, treasured, we could hardly believe what we’d done.
Cheltenham, intoned the automated voice, the next stop is Cheltenham. I took a taxi and 15 minutes later was standing outside a old brick building, with a silver sign on the wall, Hortons Auctions.
I was early and finding a cafe across the street, went in and ordered tea. The man on the next table asked me to pass the sugar. Killing time before the auction he asked, I nodded. I hoped he wasn’t bidding for the same thing.
The room wasn’t full, there was no more than 30 people present. It was shabby, had seen better times.
I was nervous, could I get it?. The auctioneer was a petite young lady, nothing like who I had imagined. It started. Very quickly I got the sense of it. Bids were made by subtle nods, gestures, occasional raised hands. Lot 35 ladies and gentleman, she said. I held my breath, my mouth was dry, my hands were damp. The bidding started.
On the way home, I found it difficult to suppress my smile. I’d done it. It had exceeded the reserve but the man bidding against me gave up quite quickly, she banged the podium and said sold. I was elated. I paid the money, they said it would get delivered next week, there was a fee but I didn’t care.
Wednesday, a man called and told me it would be delivered today. I found the waiting difficult, kept looking out the window. It arrived I signed the delivery note. It was mine again, beautiful, treasured, I could hardly believe it!
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