‘I said it was just an ugly antique!’
My heart was racing as collectors made nods to the auctioneer again and again, furiously outbidding each other. The price soared past £1,000, then £2,000, £3,000…
‘Sold, for £4,300,’ the auctioneer eventually bellowed, slamming his hammer down.
‘How much?’ I gasped, feeling faint. The unusual figurine my husband, David, 54, had picked up for £2 had fetched a small fortune.
David and I have always loved rummaging around a car boot sale that’s held in Southport. Most Sundays we take our nine-yearold daughter, Lucy. David, a store manager, goes one way and Lucy and I go in the other, hunting for books or pretty ornaments.
One Sunday last September, we bumped into David halfway round.
‘Look what I’ve bought,’ he said proudly.…