"We've made just over 30 quid," she said as she closed the lid of the small metal cashbox.
"Great," I replied.
It was great though, kind of. We'd made £30 getting rid of stuff we didn't want. One man's junk was another man's heavily discounted treasure and the amount of £1 sales on items which would normally cost £10 or more meant plenty of people had left with bargains.
"How much for the record player, mate?" a man who looked like he'd wrestle you for a pound asked.
"A fiver," I replied.
He walked away.
"Should've said 50p," said my wife.
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