Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being an auctioneer in Little Bookham is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. One minute you’re chillin’, the next you’re dodging chaos like it’s a game of dodgeball.
So, I roll into town, right? Little Bookham, this quaint little place, all cobblestone streets and cute shops. You got the High Street buzzing with folks, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be a breeze.” Ha! Famous last words, mate.
First stop, the auction house on Church Road. It’s a cozy spot, but today? Packed to the brim. I’m talkin’ standing room only. Everyone’s hyped up, ready to bid on some old furniture and random knick-knacks. I mean, who knew a dusty old lamp could spark so much excitement?
But then, outta nowhere, this bloke starts shouting. I’m like, “Oi, mate, chill!” Turns out, he’s just super passionate about a vintage chair. I mean, it’s a chair, not a throne! But hey, whatever floats your boat, right?
Then, just as I’m about to start the bidding, the fire alarm goes off. Seriously? In the middle of my big moment? I’m standing there, mic in hand, and the whole crowd’s like sheep, shuffling out the door. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just great.”
We finally get everyone outside on the green by the village hall. It’s a lovely spot, but I’m fuming. I’ve got a crowd of eager bidders, and now we’re all just standing around like a bunch of lost puppies.
But then, something wild happens. This old lady, bless her heart, starts telling stories about the history of Little Bookham. She’s going on about the old mill on Mill Lane and how it used to be the heart of the village. I’m like, “Wow, this is actually kinda cool.”
Suddenly, I’m not mad anymore. I’m just listening, and the crowd’s loving it. It’s like we’re all in this together, sharing a moment. I mean, who knew a fire alarm could lead to a history lesson?
Finally, we get the all-clear, and I’m back in the auction house. I’m pumped now, ready to roll. The bids start flying, and I’m in my element. I’m shouting, “Going once, going twice!” and the energy is electric.
But then, I spot this one guy in the back. He’s just sitting there, arms crossed, looking all grumpy. I’m like, “C’mon, mate, join the fun!” But he just shakes his head. I’m thinking, “What’s your deal?”
Turns out, he’s a local artist who thought he’d find some inspiration at the auction. But instead, he’s just annoyed by the whole scene. I get it, but c’mon! Lighten up!
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but buzzing. We sold some crazy stuff, and I even made a few new friends. Little Bookham, with its charming streets like Bookham High Street and the lovely little cafes, has a way of surprising you.
As I pack up, I can’t help but smile. Sure, it was a rollercoaster, but that’s what makes it fun, right? I mean, who doesn’t love a bit of chaos mixed with a sprinkle of history?
So, here’s to Little Bookham! A place where every day is an adventure, and you never know what’s gonna happen next. Cheers!