Sometimes I surprise myself

Yesterday I mentioned the need to get rid of some of my accumulated crap unwanted possessions. I had vague plans about how to move forward with this objective, but, in reality,  my level of procrastination is mountainous.*

However, today I managed to amaze myself.  

The day started with the arrival of Grubby Jason and Josh. They were here to replace the path that leads to the front door. It is dreadfully uneven and laid on earth. It has a curious charm when cleared and tidied, but reverts to a weed infested, trip hazard within the blink of an eye.

The plan is to replace the original path with Indian green sandstone, much like that laid on the rear patio. Jason will then use the original paving stones to rebuild the low wall that retains the front lawn.

I appreciate that I am wandering from the point of today's entry, so I'll try to get back on track. 

Josh is a Land Rover nut and, on arrival, he was drawn to the festering wreck of a Series 2 model that is sat in the car port. I immediately attempted to sell it to him, but he declined as he has not yet finished his current Series 2 project. During our discussions I mentioned that I had a period capstan winch available and his interest was piqued. Over the course of the morning he had taken a look at the winch and by lunchtime a deal was done and £650 had fluttered across the ether and settled in my current account.

Buoyed** by my sales success I headed upstairs and decided that I should get my Browning Liberty Light shotgun advertised. After all I hadn't used it since upgrading to my Miroku MK38, and that was three years ago. After much faffing with my camera and computer I had a reasonable advert drafted, and I hit the magic button to make the ad live on Gun Trader.

Within half an hour I had received an enquiry about the gun, and over the course of the day several emails were exchanged. It looks like I have managed to sell the gun for a reasonable price. The prospective purchaser must be keen as they are willing to travel for two hours to view the gun. He will be coming down in Friday afternoon to, hopefully, conclude the deal.

I was congratulating myself on liquidating these assets, when my phone pinged. It was a message from Bubbles. It seems that my purchase of the R1250R has given him a proverbial kick up the arse. He has purchased a helmet, is about to book his Mod 2 test and has reported that that he will have funds available to buy my R nineT by February.

Bloody Hell! He hasn't even ridden it yet.

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* I even managed to procrastinate further in the fourth paragraph of yesterday's Journal entry!

** If you're American this is pronounced "boyed", NOT "boo-eeyed"