Car bootin'

Helped out Deborah selling her stuff at a Car Boot sale on Sunday.  Well, I say helped ... I helped set up and pack up but the whole sale was so quiet that one person was enough to keep an eye on all her stuff and deal with any customers.  Had a lovely day though - sat in the back of her car, did a crossword, read the Economist and got stoned to all bejesus.  There was some sort of magical combination of the warmth, sunshine, sun dappled car park, huge amounts of weed and the overall slow pace of commerce that made the whole day really pleasant.  The highlight for me was the opportunity to play a real life game of Where's Wally (Waldo to yankees):

Where's Wally?

There he is!

Good that we had such a nice day because the whole thing was basically an exercise in insanity.  Deb was supposed to be having a big clear out of her wardrobe and selling what she could at the car boot.  As I explained to her what we had undertaken had nothing to do with the activity of 'clearing out your wardrobe'.  In order to qualify as a clear-out I said that she'd have to make more of a dent in her wardrobe than selling 20-30 items of clothing (out of 3 wardrobes and 5 rails or clothes) and 10 pairs of shoes (out of a staggering 225 pairs.  That's not a typo ... I meant to write 'two hundred and twenty-five').  What she had instead undertaken was causing a lot of inconveniences for herself and earning less than minimum wage at a badly paid job.  All of the difficulties of paying for the pitch, organising when I was available, packing up her stuff, getting a rail to hang clothes on, driving to the sale, setting up, packing up, driving home and unpacking the car ... and all to make £20.  So she didn't make any money, didn't have a successful sale and nor did she clear out her wardrobe.  So basically it was a day worthy of a Kafka novel and I congratulate her for that!