I must be having a bit of an Ian Ke11y moment, when Wink rang to suggest a weekend for us to meet in London and go to the theatre, I suggested the play that he is in. Although, if it had been said to be rubbish, I wouldn’t have gone. Someone said they’d seen it in its pre-London run (he wasn’t in it then) and recommended it. I haven’t yet decided whether I’ll stay for a couple of nights, I will see what else I want to do. I don’t think Wink will be staying, but then she’s had a couple of holidays this year and I haven’t had a single night away since last early November.
We’re pretty well set for the auction, I’ve still got to mark up some bids and the people whom I’ll be phoning during the sale – we can’t do online bidding, but we do telephone bids. Someone rings the wannabe bidder a few minutes before the item they’ve registered an interest in. I claim first place there, you know how I like to take charge! – the Sage is in charge, obviously, no question of a takeover bid from me, but I want to back him up and … okay, maybe there’s a slight ego problem here.
Now I’m writing down the people who’ve already registered. The Sage, encouraged by my sudden keenness, has said I can do a lot of the bidding. Which is fun, but quite stressful, I have to keep careful track of who is bidding for each lot, and there are a few either/or bids too.
Looking forward to it? … well no, not entirely. I do find it both more tiring and more stressful every year. The Sage loves it and has no intention of retiring. I’m glad he’s so successful and I do find it interesting, and it’s great to see the ‘regulars’. But I’ll be pleased when it’s over and maybe something else can be the topic of conversation for a few weeks.
Though that’s probably too much to hope for.