Auction

I woke up this morning feeling as if an elephant had spent the night jumping on my back and my left nostril encrusted with... (use your imagination).  Sorry as I felt for myself, I had promised my dad we'd go auction viewing so after a filling breakfast of cheese omelet sandwich, off we popped.  Now I quite like auctions but my dad is a big fan.  I don't think he's ever bought anything at one but he loves the viewing and the atmosphere in the room during the auction.

We toddled across this morning, my dad to have a general nose, me looking for a display unit for my teasmade.  I was a little disappointed, there were a couple of interesting pieces but nothing to make either of us willing to give up our Sunday to sit in a cold auction room waiting for our lots to come up.  There was a collection of signed sports memorabilia but not a lot else.  I think it was probably quite empty because it's so early in the year.  The only people who've got any money are the dealers and nobody is really selling right now.

There is another one in a couple of weeks time so we may well make it over then, who knows I may back another bargain to match my £15 rocking chair with matching stool.