I've had another of my exhausted low energy Saturdays - too late out of bed, too slow to get moving, too lazy to run. A write off day, I suppose, the sort of day where I get really angry with myself for wasting it. However, it was so grey and cold, I don't think there was much to miss.
I did manage to attempt to sell the old retro tabletop games consoles I had. They both worked after 35 years - dear old Scramble and Firefox F7 - but they weren't in the best nick. One of them had had small sisterly hands scratching on the screen, which is a pity because as the rest of the console was in good working order means that she had reduced its potential value from forty pounds to zero. Firefox didn't get very much either, but I've not got the skills to fix them and eBay them myself.
They are gone for pennies. Doesn't matter, I need to get rid of stuff.
While I was waiting for the valuation, I took myself down the castle to see if there was anything I hadn't seen before. They've put a few new signs up, clarifying that King John died here because he had a very draughty bedroom with a profound lack of floor. There was also the old library, now a wedding venue with a noble past as a building provided by a philanthropist.
I love libraries. Free books! Who can't love that.
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