“Surely they’d be better photographed on their own.” Peter reckoned.
“Yeah maybe.” I agreed. “So…” I began after a short silence. “…where do you wanna start? Jeans dresses or skirts?” I asked.
“Jeans I guess.”
“Saving the best ’til last?” I jested.
“Putting the worst off for as long as possible.” he claimed. “How much do you reckon you’ll get for all of these anyway?” he asked.
I shrugged and said I wasn’t sure. “There’s around one-hundred and twenty items and the starting bid will be one pound, so if everything sells it’ll be at least £120… which means you’ll get at least £18.” I explained. “Not bad for a few hours’ work.” I added.
“Yeah I guess.” he half-heartedly replied as once again, his eyes meandered over the selection of clothes. “You’re not allowed to tell anyone though.” he gulped.
