What a tiring day we have had.

Up at 730 to clear the remaining stuff from the loft, when the bell rings and there is a woman who wants to know when the sale starts as she wants to buy a small bicycle for her 5 year old daughter. £3 and its your, I say. Our sale has started. Bad luck on our next door neighbour who advertised his stuff in the local advertiser, but the people came to ours, instead and we were nearly £100 better off. So tiring though. If Mum had not been watchfull, we would have had people inside the house, round the back garden and in both garages trying to force us to sell what we wanted to keep. We managed to shift qute a lot of stuff, including the little stone lady on her plinth, some stone pots and birdbaths. What a day - I couldn't do that many times.