Car Boot Sales!
I have promised Iron Man that this really is the last one. It’s going to have to be as no loft means no hoarding.
This one has had to be hardcore though. Alarm set for 3.45, leave by 4.30. Never before have we been so committed. The Kid had a sleepover and the attention seeking rabbit was left with enough supplies to see her through the morning.
There is no room for the 7.00 sellers these days.
You end up in the cow-shed and go home with everything you came with and 25p.
That’s enough to rock any marriage.
So here we are at Dunton in Essex and for the first time in weeks, I’m cold. So cold that I’m tempted to start dressing myself in the very items I am selling.
This will probably be the closest I will get to a modelling career in brown leather boots and a Pom Pom scarf.
In fact, I’m glad to see it’s not just me that’s cold because there are people here shopping in their fleecy pyjamas.
I often wonder what possesses people to get up at such an ungodly hour to buy other people’s toot but wild horses couldn’t keep them away. Just as well really.
We are rather departmental this time around and Iron Man could easily be cast as Mr Selfridge as he stands over the merchandise negotiating with purchasers that are interested in the giant inflatable champagne bottles.
As I sit in the car, I feel proud that he has stuck to his guns and held out for 50p per bottle. Especially after the effort of blowing them both up.
This is despite being offered 50p for two.
Sale agreed! Inflatables Are Us!
Our Christmas section has been unveiled and as I have said before, it would rival Harrods.
The 3 sided tree is out in all its glory. No shift so far. People keep wanting to buy all three at a heavily discounted price.
I’ve had to impose a limit of one per customer.
No one needs 3 trees.
I can vouch for that because they have been sat in the loft for years. I am doing these people a favour in not taking their money.
And as for the three sided tree – well, rooms will always have corners.
There will always be a need.
Trade is picking up slowly, very slowly. As I sit in the car nursing my chilblains, I can hear Iron Man engaging with more customers. I think he may have cracked a joke too. Time to investigate and the sun is out.
I am seriously wondering to myself though whether the days of the car boot are over. It’s much quieter than it used to be. Maybe we have chosen a good time to retire and bail out.
It has been a very long slog.
Lots of bartering and haggling and fun.
And lots of nice people stopping by.
Many satisfied customers.
And some unsatisfied.
I am never going to let you have something for £2 if I’ve asked for £10. This is not the way to successfully negotiate a deal.
The charity shop will always win this one.
I will also never fail to be amazed at the ability of women with Size 7 feet that try and squeeze them into a size 5 and then want a discount because they are the wrong size. Such are the antics of these places. You can never have enough shoes of the wrong size at times like this.
It is these things that make the whole thing worthwhile when you have stood on your feet for 8 hours.
Of course we forgot the chairs. And of course among the 22,000 stalls, we were unable to find a pair. This is known as Sod’s Law.
The temperature warmed up nicely over the course of the morning and as we queue to leave at 1245 after 8 hours trading, I am a little charred.
In the boot of the car is more or less what we came with. Including the trees!!
We have made £130 in sales which is not too be sniffed at but we could probably have both done an 8 hour stint in Poundland for more.
And with the car as full as when we arrived, we go home via St Francis Hospice Charity Shop laden down with goodies for them, so nothing is going to waste.
Best seller of the day goes to Barbie. Her late entrance proved to be worthwhile.
Her authenticity was questioned and we thought we may have to get Ken involved but she held her ground.
I gave her new owners some wise advice.
It is not OK to bend a dolls legs and arms backwards. EVER. It is also not OK to imply that my goods are anything other than legit. Do we look like we are the type to house fake Barbie’s. No. Thought not.
Do not even think about asking me to knock the price down.
People can be cruel sometimes.
I do hope we have done the right thing for her.
And the ex soft furnishings from The Kid’s old bedroom are on their way to Thailand with another satisfied customer.
Everyone is a winner.
I can honestly say that I will never do another Car Boot Sale in this lifetime.
Iron Man and I are at one on this.
We are done with this chapter of our lives.
The marriage would not survive.