Bizarre day!

6.30 am start for Glasgow to meet a chap who was evaluating two bits of furniture. He was actually just going up the stairs in front of me,perfect timing.
He was quite a character and much more knowledgeable than the douzy from the other place.  His valuation was similar but I learned a heap of stuff about grandfather clocks and hall stands. He also gave good advice on what to do with the smaller stuff and gave the name of a shop that would be of use.after he left I went to the said shop, while I was there a wee wuman came in asking about silver cutlery the man's partner promised to get her. Unfortunately the guy didn't turn up so she left the shop. I followed her and told her I had a shedload of silver cutlery and I could show her. She said she would get her husband who was waiting in the car. Wuman had an odd accent. Turns out she was originally from Ruchazie (one of the rougher parts of Glasgow, where I myself have a few relatives!) but had travelled the world and was now living in Virginia in the States. I got a further shock when I met the husband who was as black as the Earl of Hells waistcoat and almost seven feet tall.
Anyway  they followed me to the house and picked a fair bit of silver and gave a fair price. They were happy and I was happy and Donald who was downstairs assembling the bloody kitchen was totally bemused at me arriving in with these total strangers! He said no one in the States would ever either invite a stranger to their house or even follow said stranger to their house! guess we all took a risk then! But then this is Scotland I told him!
I then spent the rest of the day sorting all my late mother's ornaments into 1 auction, 2 gumtree, 3 car boot sale. I ended up with ten big plastic storage boxes of stuff. The smallest box was the stuff I chose to keep. As you can see it's just a few animals and some glassware , some cigarette cases, lighter and the Frier Tuck  biscuit barrel which I have still to bring home.
The final part of my day was the drive home listening to a Foster and Allan CD and remembering how my dad would sing along to all the bloody sad songs! I was almost for chucking myself out the damn van!
I felt a bit of a traitor putting stuff to auction but life must move on.
As they say
The past is history
The future a mystery
The present a gift... So cherish it!
I think I need a dram after ALL that melencolia!