Saucy Car Boot Sale!

Never having held a car boot sale in Bessemer Road, Cardiff we were unable to find the entrance.....kicked Gareth out of the van to ask directions and we were glad to find out that we had just missed the turn-off. Queued patiently with other car booters whilst we waited for the guys on the door to let us in at dead on 9 a.m. Then queued again while they organised our positions.

Little did we know what was in store for us. As soon as we parked in our designated spot we were beseiged by strange people. "Did we have mobile phones?" "Anything Military" "Any records?" "What about books" They were trying to get in the van as we were unloading it "How much is this?" they would enquire "Don't know yet, we are still setting up" my brother explained. "You should have some idea of your prices" a voice came back. "The books are a pound each" I heard myself saying and the perspiration was starting to form on my brow.

One man held up mam's old dictionary ready to make me an offer "Thank you" I said swiping it neatly out of his hand we are not selling that.... I looked over and saw my brother deftly removing an old rugby programme from under a pile of programmes a man was trying to buy "Sorry that is not for sale" he said and put it on the passenger seat of the van safe with the dictionary. That is how the morning went really, Gareth and I finding stuff that we wouldn't sell the front of the van was full of it.

The greatest of interest was shown in mam's shoes and a man's wide brimmed hat, the number of men who tried it on had a laugh and moved on was amazing. I thought once to take a photograph of each of them as they remarked on the size being too big or too small for their heads.

I overheard one gentleman say to my brother "you said 50 pence for the book right" "Hang on a minute" I intervened "You are naughty, you know very well that I said they were a pound" "Me naughty" he continued "I think it is you that is naughty" "Oh, yes" I said imperiously "And how do you make that out" "Well" he said with a smirk on his face "I wasn't going to tell you but there is a saucy photograph of you in that book down there!" "Where?" I demanded....and there I was aged about 19 years old on a settee with my legs in the air skirt pulled up with a sexy pout on my face. Daft I looked not sexy. I looked him in the eye and said "I wish I had had the courage to be naked like that woman on the Titanic" and we both laughed.

I didn't think anymore about it until I realised that my brother had taken the photograph and put it in a prime position in the front of the stall...the bugger! Looked over and found someone reading one of my old diaries, they had mistakenly been put in with the books! The time passed ever so quickly.... we sorted through everything and put it into boxes as we didn't sell it all.....looks like there will be another venture into car booting but minus saucy photographs and explicit diaries!