HAVING recently ‘downsized’ in apartments, I decided that, due to the chronic economic nightmare most of us are experiencing, charity should indeed begin at home.
With this in mind, instead of my usual habit of bundling all my excess stock around to the local charity shop, I decided that I would try and raise a few bob by doing the local Saturday morning Boot Sale.
It’s been some years since I ventured forth at the crack of sanity to partake of this particular exercise, but still embedded deep in my psyche is the memory that this previous attempt had been an unmitigated disaster.
At that time, I recall while enroute, I had stopped a might quickly at a crossroads, resulting in the trestle table shooting off the roof rack and narrowly missing a passing car!
On my arrival I had backed into a wall, breaking the rear lights.
Opening the van doors, I had then been too late to stop a large expensive china urn toppling on to the floor and smashing to pieces.
Not this time, I told myself. This time nothing would go wrong… go wrong… go wrong…
By Friday afternoon the car was totally packed and ready to roll.
With two alarms, one at 4am with a 4.15 backup, I retired completely sober at around 10pm.
Wonder of wonders my insomnia stayed away and I bounced up with the 4am bell, completely refreshed and ready to get out and earn a few quid.
In a carrier bag I placed a couple of bananas, a flask of tea, a book, my laptop and most important of all, a nice bottle of wine!
Sticking on all my warm gear I left the house entered the car and keyed the engine. The old girl roared into life first time and I was off.
Although still dark, the clear starry skies and general calm told me we looked set for a fine day.
Perfect. I soon approached the Sale area. It all looked a bit quiet and deserted, but after all it was only 5am.
I began to seek out the expected large queue of cars full of vendors awaiting the opening of the site.
I couldn’t find one single vehicle. Slowly to my horror and sheer disbelief, it began to dawn on me that as it was the day after Kings Day, the whole thing must have been cancelled.
I simply couldn’t believe it. With ‘Leapy’s Law ringing in my ears, I finally had no choice but to turn tail and head for home.
I was back in bed by 5.45am. It didn’t end there.
Later, relating the story to a friend she told me she had just returned from the sale. Not only was it open, but it was packed! Apparently I had been searching in the wrong place altogether! I’m doing it again next week.
Watch this space. A happy New Year?
Keep the faith