Ailz is on the patio doing her embroidery. My mother is directing Matthew's work in the flower beds.
We are expecting a visit from the representative of a top auction house. He more or less invited himself. My mother sold something through him once and he knows there are spoils to be had. She has assembled a small collection of unwanted objects for him to look at. There's a nasty jug in silver plate, an indeterminate silver dish that was once part of a larger assemblage and three non-vintage, base-metal badges my father and mother used to sport on their cars. So far, so car boot- and I'm embarrassed that I'm going to have to stand by and watch him politely assess them. The two earthenware temple dogs are more interesting and might be worth a bob or two I think they're English copies after Chinese originals but I could be hopelessly wrong.