Bootfair Hell.

  Well it had to happen, I had put it off for a week, then there really was no choice but to get on and do it. The dreaded bootfair. I have spent the last two weekends sorting through all our cupboards and wardrobes and every other place that mysteriously ends up full to the brim with all the crap we seem to aquire over the years. I had a moment on saturday when I realised that our car boot was never gonna be big enough for the amount of stuff we had to get rid of. 
   So after much deliberating the clothes and shoes did'nt make the final cut. They are awaiting delivery to the charirty shop. 3 bin bags had already gone but now there are 3 more and a box of shoes! Oh dear oh dear! That does not include 2 bags of stuff for my work friends and the bits that will be going on my blog sale! Hoarding problem did I hear you mutter?
   Anyway I ended up boxing up everything that you cannot see and everthing that we do not use. I now only own 4 plates, 4 bowls, etc etc etc, on the surface though the house looks no different, how is that possible?
   So 5.30am on sunday morning I was awoken by my alarm, now I 'm not really a morning person so when the reason you are getting up at that godawful time is to do something so unpleasant, it is not a good feeling! But Mr and I reluctantly left a nice comfy bed to head for a field where after about an hour it started to rain!!! Not terrential down pour, nice steady drizzle!!! AGHHH. I told you in a previous post about my rain powers!! Well the rain only lasted about an hour and luckily we had a golf umbrella that was unsold. But one of the funniset things I saw was a punter wearing a cardboard box on his head to ward off the rain, WTF?? We could of sold him a perfectly good umbrella! And he was probably one of better dressed even with the box on his head!! Crikey I don't know where these people crawl out from. (Must add at this point they were not all so skanky, there were some perfectly nice people too, one lady who bought some of my nicer bits was sporting a lovely Vivien Westwood bag.)
   But I think the sale of the day was a mouldy blow up mattress! Bear with me on this one, I think it was probably one of those 'had to be there' moments but here goes, a few years back I bought a double blow up mattress for a chill out area for a garden party we were throwing. Since that one use it has been folded up living in the loft. I had'nt even opened it up as I had never had any use to.
  Then yesterday a lady comes up to us asking about the said mattress, Mr unfolded the mattress to show her, and then I noticed that there was a 10" mark on the bottom, suspiciously looking like a 3 year old beer spillage that had somewhat became a little more than a stain, Mr then casually started brushing off the offending mouldiness saying it was bits loft insulation, she paid us £2 for a gross mouldy mattress! I must add had I realised I would not have even taken it, but one persons trash is anothers (mouldy) treasure!!
 The crowd was a tough one, we only sold half of what we took, made a reasonable bit of cash and left the unsold items for Shelter. I left them with some really good stuff that I could'nt believe did'nt sell! But it is a relief to have got rid of all that stuff. Every time something like this gets ticked off the list we are one step closer to those mountains!!! So no matter how rubbish thing are sometimes it will all be worth it when I arrive in Val d'isere in november to start a new life.
  One rather important thing to add though is that seeing all that stuff that we had accumulated made me really think about our compulsion to over consumme. I was selling 3 steamers for gods sake! So I really think we should all stop and think before we buy another thing, do we really need it?