The sale day went well, although not without incident.
It felt a 'big' day, rather like a wedding or funeral. There was the same sense, for the first part of the day, of marking time. Fortunately, Nina went out about noon 'just to see the car's all right' - which it turned out not to be. Battery flat, dead. (Mea culpa). We were used to flat batteries at Nash View - ideally placed for them in fact. Ran it off - all the way down into the bottom, without a spark of response. Borrowed a jump box from a friend and got it going, ran round the Johnston loop to recharge a bit.
Lunch, dress (this was Pembrokeshire - people like a bit of respect) and into town. Got to The Mariner's rather early, in fact. Took up position at the back of the room. Began counting in the prospective buyers we recognised.
Nina starts sniffing. "What's that smell? Have you got something on your shoes?" Drove me out to the street to check. Clean as a whistle. She's still sniffing, while the auctioneer goes through the staged build-up. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have two properties on offer today. On my right is Mr..... and next to him Mr.....If you have any queries, please come up and inspect the documents and make your enquiries." This two or three times at intervals, and Nina's still sniffing.
Just as he picks up his gavel, and announces he's ready to take bids, she notices the mocha-coloured glob on her own shoe. Too late to do anything now. Ah well, it proved 'lucky for some', and fortunately the 'some' was us.
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