I’m dead chuffed with myself (that’s northern for proud/happy 😉 ). I moved house 11 years ago, downsizing from a 3 story townhouse to a small country cottage. Consequently I had much more stuff than I needed and many of my prized possessions have taken up room in my attic ever since. They were far too good to be given away to charity (some of the items were brand new and never used/worn, often being unsuitable presents) so I decided I’d do a car boot sale, as I’m permanently skint and could do with the cash. But thinking it and doing it with my dodgy health and lack of energy are two very different things.
In the end, my cleaner/gorgeous young friend Sophie took pity on me and said she’d help. She got all of the boxes down from the loft for me and said she’d bring her little van on the day and load it all up. She’d then stay with me during the sale and bring me, and any unsold items, back home. I could have cried at her generosity of spirit. I think in the 22 years I’ve been ill, she’s only the second person who has ever done something for me purely out of the kindness of their heart and not because I paid them or they were getting something out of it themselves (my parents aside, obviously).
Today was the day. I’ve been awake since 4am, because my sleep is now rubbish again after coming off the antihistamines and I’ve had horrible stomach pain all week which keeps waking me. My Dad kindly offered to come and pick Bertie up at 9am, walk him, look after him all day and bring him back home again when I was done, which was a huge weight off my mind 🙂
Sophie and I arrived at the venue at 10am and packed up again at 4pm. It was a lonnnnng day sat on hard little chairs and surrounded by lots of visual stimulation and the noise of chatter, which I find incredibly mentally draining. Sophie and I also talked and laughed nearly all day, either to each other, the visitors or to the next door stallholders, which was lovely for someone in my position who hardly ever sees anyone but absolutely exhausting. The weather was also rubbish, and consequently the visitor numbers were down, but I still made £60 ($93) from selling old tat at £1 or 50p per item, so am well pleased!
I’m just delighted that I coped so well with it all, despite my health problems and two nights of barely any sleep, although I’m sure it’ll take me several days to recuperate 😉 . I only sold about half the items I went with too, so a second car boot later on the year is a distinct possibility!