I’ve done that several times in the past and stuff been gone in an instant.
It’s amazing what shit appeals to people.
At the old house, I refitted the bathroom. It was a 1960s? 70s? Armitage Shanks suite in bronchitis yellow. We pulled out the toilet and threw it in the skip. By the time we’d got the bath out, the bog had gone.
Here, the old boy next door has his own ‘car boot sale’ outside his house to raise money for charity. A couple of trestle tables full of junk, never the same thing twice, his house must be full of the stuff. I was stood there one time feigning interest, thinking “who TF wants a used washing up bowl?” when a woman came past, went “ooh, just what I need!!” and bought it. Whether it was an actual requirement or a sympathy purchase, I don’t know.
As they say. One man’s meat is another man’s pornography, or something.
