There was an unexpected amount of cash. It had diminished over the past few years in favour of cheques, but cash came way back and I was daunted, frankly. I don’t count money, if I can help it. I’ve been known to panic and not know the difference between a fiver and a twenty. Also, I was a bit worried about taking it home and being responsible for it.
It was all right, of course, I put it in the safe and went to bed and slept for a few hours – I have to admit, I was too excited. I still am, actually, I’m just thrilled. But it’s in the bank now, all £13,000 of it, as well as the cheques. And I’ve spoken to a lot of people on the phone and emailed others and negotiated regarding unsold (but subsequently sold) lots and I am aiming to get all the paperwork done in the next week or so.
One nice couple were surprised when I told them what they owed. Was it not what they expected? No, they hadn’t bought Lot 16. I let it go, I’d known them for many years and wasn’t going to argue. But yesterday, he phoned – his wife had been bidding and they’d put a cheque in the post.
Another nice – very nice – couple were surprised too. I hadn’t charged them enough. Um, that was Ronan’s mistake. He’d left a nought off…… ……. Yes, the difference between £2,100 and £210. O Kay. No matter, it’s been sorted.
I’ll come down off this high in a while, darlings and get back to my usual laid-back self. But I’m starting to dare to feel that it’s the beginning of something. Better than it has been for a while. I bought flowers yesterday and put them on Russell’s grave and I didn’t say anything, but I told him. I daresay he knew.