Going, going….

Not yet quite gone, but not far off.

Ed and I raced down to the Rectory at the crack of dawn (well, by nine o’clock anyway) in order to be there when the Salvation Army men turned up in their large van. Actually they turned out to be one man and a somewhat skinny youth. I had grave doubts about said skinny teenager carrying anything downstairs, let alone heavy chests of drawers and computer work stations, but he was a lot stronger than he looked.

They didn’t want three large wardrobes, or the bed with two mattresses because there was no fire resistant sticker on the mattresses. But they took a load of other stuff, including all the remaining bedding and all the remaining clothes.

Phew! It’s a big relief.

We had a nice sort of dresser in the lounge, with wine glasses in the top and bottles in the bottom. We cleared out the glasses and bottles (all half consumed spirits of varying kinds) so that they could take the dresser.

I said, “Oh! Salvation Army. You won’t want these bottles or the two wine carafes or the glasses, then.”

The guy said very quickly, “I’m not Salvation Army. I just work for them.”

So he took all the bottles. Ed found a super-dooper penknife crammed with attachments, which he slipped to the skinny teenager. He seemed pleased.

Now we’ve ordered a skip for Thursday, so hopefully will be finally cleared by the weekend. Then we have all the following week to go back and clean.

That’s the plan, anyway.

If we don’t weaken.