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Yesterday evening I spent about an hour wandering around the local auction house - thay have viewing hours on Friday before weekly auctions on Saturday.

So. Much. Stuff.

Furniture - lots of it. A new pine four-poster bed. Office chairs by the score. A very battered fibreglass canoe. Architectural salvage: wood-burning stoves, hearth surrounds, cast-iron guttering. A blacksmith's anvil. A two-meter styrofoam unicorn (very sparkly, very ugly, I seriously considered buying it for my dad just to see the look on his face). A battered and unhinged writing slope, probably Victorian. Rowing machines, an exercise treadmill, a quad bike and many lawnmowers. Something like 20 very large flat-screen TVs, and many laptops and tower systems. A 21.5" imac running 10.6.2 and how on earth did that get into an auction?

(I'm actually putting in a take-the-piss bid of about £50 on one of the laptops - if I get it, that's nice, if I don't then pfft!)

Bicycles. White goods: new-looking fridges, microwaves, ranges and ovens. Growing plants. A broken mangle. All of human life is here!