A friend phones you one Anzac Day afternoon, to tell you that:
She has ejected ginormous quantities of her Valued Possessions onto her lawn,
A dealer will be around any minute to take it all away,
Would we like to drop by and check it out before he came?
Continue on with coffee and newspaper, laconically finishing today's Target,
Quickly change your underwear, brush your teeth, then drive like the wind to the other side of town,
Forgetting undies and teeth, you swan-dive from the kitchen table to the car, collecting keys and tobacco mid-air, and running amber lights all the way.
That poor dealer. How disappointed he looked. He didn't stand a chance.
More photos soon.