Last week I got involved in an auction in the local area. I have been to one before but never bid on anything, but this time I decided to pay the 50p, buy a itinerary and get amongst it.
I wandered around for 5 mins, and then it was time to start bidding. I had done my homework watching ‘homes under the hammer’ and ‘dickinsons real deal’ and thought I’d have a go. I had visions of me being as cool as a cucumber, bidding with style and ease but no, the auctioneer was really fast and I was getting hot and anxious. By the time ‘number 24 – shelf of board games’ came along, my hands were sweating and my heart was beating so fast, I was far from being the hip dignified person I had imagined.
Bidding started at £2.00, I confidently lifted up my number and nodded my head, woman bids £3, I lift up my number and touch my nose, £4, woman bids £5, I’m starting to get out of my comfort zone, but it was like I had a sudden tic and my life depended on me winning these dusty games of scrabble, so I bid £6 with a cough, nod, twitch and shoulder shrug, woman bids £7, someone else shouts £8, then I get competitive and shout too loud in a really high pitch desperate voice NINEEEE POUND, beads of sweat gathering on my top lip, then silence. I look around, blink for the first time in what seems like 10 minutes and its over, I had won. Victory was mine, even though I had almost succumbed to a seizure, I felt amazing, I quickly went to tell Ross, who was waiting outside with Rudi that I had won, leaving out the bit about me being a total mess and I proudly gathered my damp board games and struggled into town shopping.
game of snakes and ladders anyone?