The reason I know autumn is here is that I was drawn to put coal on the fire today. It was a dank day – not especially cold, nor particularly foggy, as some areas were, but the drear was hanging in the air. I was going to finish the accounts – well, not finish, but do the rather vital part of preparing the payments. There were 16 vendors and over ninety lots and I had to get it right, of course. Russell hand-wrote everything, which has its good points, but I’m not sure what they are. I did, however, work out the commission by basic mental arithmetic because one has to prove a point somehow.
Tonight, I’ve wrapped the unsold lots – there are always some of them – and put them in labelled boxes, because my colleague David is coming tomorrow to pick them up and deliver them to their owners, with the payments for the pieces that did sell. The total was over £30,000 in the end, which is fine. If you exclude the books, which didn’t fetch a lot, you get an average of £350 and that’s pretty accurate for a modestly nice piece of Lowestoft. Though come to think of it, that includes the unsold pieces and doesn’t take the buyer’s premium into account. Maybe the sold average is more like £500. I’ve also a few other pieces which were bought on commission and I have to deliver or post those.
Tomorrow starts with me getting my hair cut, which is always a pleasure. By the end of the week, life should be getting back to normal, whatever that is. Indeed, if I can get myself sufficiently organised, I might even tackle Norwich again. I still need a new coat and several pairs of shoes (I bought boots last winter but the only new shoes I’ve had in two years are those I bought for Ro and Dora’s wedding and some walking boots). And a new computer, of course.