Yesterday was a day and a half. I decided to 'Freegle' my dolls house, an hour later Sam turned up on the site, could I have it please, he sounded familiar. When he turned up on the doorstep I recognised him from the person who had taken my spinning wheel. He had kept me informed on the saga of the wheel, passing it on to his grandson who liked old things and could use it and was now camping in the rain. I gave him the history of the dolls house, modelled on a Georgian Bath house and could see his eager little eyes already planning restoration. Would it not be interesting to follow the history of something as it goes through time. I doubt if he will plan the rooms with the rather expensive furniture that went with it, but I shall leave it up to the grandson to lead his grandfather.
Then I decided to tackle the selling of the car, phoned the garage up, he made me a good offer, I owned up to the slight scrape left wing and he is going to pick it up today. I then sat down and wondered how to get the cheque to a bank, then thought of friends in the village and cadging a lift.
The day even got a lot better when the post arrived and the council have given me a rebate on council tax paid. Then when Rod and his wife came to mow the lawn and I said I was moving on he waived my money aside and said it was on him. Generous to a fault, how can you not love people!
As for the lifting of restrictions on the 19th July - a bloody gamble.
I'm beginning to worry you will have nothing left and will go off to be a hermit somewhere!! Do tell us you will keep blogging. Yours, worried, Suffolk. Janx.
ReplyDeleteYou are quite right Jan, there is a certain happy feeling as I unburden myself of some things, but there is still a van load to go with me. Paul, my late partner, collected stuff, I will leave a house still full of stuff for his boys to sort through. When I take the train to Todmorden, we will be carrying just one suitcase, a large carrier bag with my coffee implements and the old delicate Chinese cups in their black box and in a rucksack, will be a radio and the old clock with the pretty face ;) X
DeleteThat's a really poignant image. The Chinese cups sound very precious. Please keep blogging....Janx.
ReplyDeleteYes Jan blogging is a godsend in a way it fulfils the roll of a diary kept and for thoughts to spill!
DeleteI'm sorry, those sound like the beady eyes of a dealer to me, one who's spun you a yarn. I hope I am wrong but I know when things of value are being given away, dealers can often be at the forefront! As a dealer myself, I know what matters is getting something at a good price (not Malvern "prices" which are shop price PLUS some, in the hope of finding someone gullible enough to pay it) so the profit margin is high. A freebie would be the best thing of all.
ReplyDeleteGosh, it sounds like your new home is going to be minimalist . . .
No he is far too old to be a dealer Jennie, chatters non-stop and I think lonely. I always remember my first clash. It was with two friends who were antique dealers, and I bid on something and John said, you won't get it the dealers always make a 'ring' and bid higher. I am really thinking of family and clearing away 'my stuff' when I leave this world. The build up of 'stuff' is horrendous, sorting stuff is sad but then freedom;) I always remember the Bath house, as I collected my books, then there was two plastic bags, one for rubbish the other for 'precious stuff' Guess which one I threw into the dustbin ;) and drove off with the rubbish.
ReplyDeleteHah! On our circuit most of the people are pensioners, trying to keep enjoying life and make a few pennies too. In the auctions local to us, there were no rings for the stuff we were buying, but with the furniture, it always went to the same few dealers. For Clogaugold, the same chap would always get it all as he would pay top dollar for it. Good to clear away your stuff, as you say, it accumulates. We gift ours to the charities we support - when they are open in these odd times.
DeleteOh Thelma how I would have loved that dolls' house - it is something I have always wanted to restore and furnish but realistically I am too old, I have nowhere to put it now I live in a small bungalow in any case. I hope you are right about the collector not being a dealer - it is nice to think of it going to a good home where it will be appreciated.
ReplyDeleteAgree about your last sentence.
We have to grow up sometime Pat and forget about doll houses. Actually I enjoyed the woodwork side of creating furniture and also historical settings. I had a friend Wales who used small clocks to create scenes inside them. The car has just been picked up, by a sweet lad called Liam, from the Kia garage I bought it from. They closed the Kia dealership and sold the land to the Co-op, probably in anticipation of electric cars
DeleteInteresting to see what you have decided to keep. I look at all of the crap in my home and wonder how I will whittle it down to the few things I really need when the time comes... You have done a terrific job of it!
ReplyDeleteAt heart I am very insecure. But funnily enough whilst sitting and thinking you can reduce what is important to you and what is not. My car was in good nick and the garage an honest broker so he gave me a decent price.
DeleteSad to see the car though, at its cleanest since I have had it ;)
Some of my divestments, this third downsizing, are precious family things that no one wants. Precious to me, I suppose. My daughter kept me company at my Flea shows, and set out the family "heirlooms" for sale. Many sold.
ReplyDeleteI think my granddaughter Matilda will see to what is saved and what is not, the other three perhaps not so. So we are both moving to another 'life' Joanne, wonder what it will be like?
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