Wardrobe for sale. Wife not included.
The doorbell rang. I peeked out the window and saw an unfamiliar white van parked outside. A rental. It was ‘LancasterDan64’, the eBay user who had won the auction for a wardrobe we had been trying to sell. He told me he’d be here for it at 11am, depending on traffic, and here he was, right on time. I answered the door to him, immediately offering him a handshake and a ‘hello!’ before beckoning him inside. I was just grateful he had agreed to help me manoeuvre the wardrobe downstairs and out of my house, let alone that he was going to pay for the privilege. The thing was too heavy and cumbersome for me to manage on my own, and although Ellen had offered to help, I think she was overestimating her strength. Luckily, …