The Auction

I've obviously been watching too much daytime TV. Visiting mad Auntie Rach in Bedford yesterday, I couldn't resist the idea of going to the auction for the first time. Not intending to buy (how many punters say that, I wonder?)

I was drawn into the romance, bustle and atmosphere and bought a great bargain. A great peak of excitiement in my otherwise slow and frustrating month. Keith will be the proud recipiant of my first auction purchase as a Christmas present, or is that just a way of justifying mysef?...