As you may remember, a while back I moved house from London to Oxford. But what I omitted to mention was that my London house had an attic FULL of shit dating back years. And because moving house is pretty full-on anyway, I couldn't be bothered sorting it out. So I carted it all up to Oxford and bunged it in the cellar of my new house to sort out later.
And 'later' has been the last week, after I realised I couldn't get down the cellar steps anymore.
Yep, day by day, I have been systematically dragging the shit out of the cellar and dealing with it, i.e., selling it on
But it is bloody hard work because everything needs washing, photographing and then uploading onto Ebay. So I decided to stagger it over a number of weeks, hence my house is in a state of carnage - there are literally hundreds of items in various stages of the process.
And because I am kinder than Mother Theresa (but without a following of nuns), I have got some pictures for you.
Pic.No.1 The stairs leading down to my cellar. My house was built in 1546 and apparently the cellar is older than that by a couple of hundred years
Pic.No.2 Just look at the piles of crap stored in my cellar (and I had already cleared out SIX bags of old clothes at the time this picture was taken)
Pic.No.3 Random crap was piled on every surface ........ and there were things that I had forgotten I even owned ....
Pic.No.4. Like this old manual typewriter .......
Pic.No.5 .................... and a pair of pretty blue bowls
Pic.No.6 An oil lamp and old clay pipe
Pic.No.7 A vintage Guinness ashtray
So wish me luck dahlink - it is going to take ages sorting this bally lot out. Total nightmare, and I might need smelling salts at some point.
Oh, I forgot to ask - how was your weekend by the way?
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