So we (I was forced into it) got rid of some treasure

Evening.

It was the good lady, she said enough, something has to go.

So I duly hooked up the trailer, and then looked and said like what?

"this she said" and me with hands on hips, well I tried to pretend it would be gold one day.

Again, she knocked the hoarder in me out of me, but a silver lining!.

I can now fit 10 more bikes in the barn, and she agreed, as long as I keep it tidy.

I get a bit like that, like it will all be worth a load of money one day, sort of wartime mentality I suppose.

But it feels sort of like a war at the moment, class wars, race wars, not sure what is going on. I am, but unwilling to say, no point, nobody wants to listen anyway.

So I packed some treasure into a trailer, tipped it at my buddies scrap yard, I did it with no feeling, I know he is clued up, I knew he knew what he got, I know he will pull it all from the heap, the scrapheap and sell it for what it is worth.

We all won, him, my lady and I. I get more space for bikes, she got me to tidy up and stop hoarding, he gets to make some money, everyone wins, and that is life. :)

See you tomorrow and thanks for stopping by.