“If everything sells for the one pound starting bid, about a hundred and twenty quid… plus whatever I make from the postage charge… if people start bidding then who knows?” I replied.
“Providing it sells.” Mum stated.
“Well, yeah…. for all I know, no one wants any of this lot.”
“And there is an awful lot of it.” Mum added.
We cast our eyes over the clothes hanging on the rail, the piles and bundles and the orderly selection of shoes. “Do you know what size he is?” I asked.
“Shoe size?” Mum asked. I nodded. “Five or six.” she replied, before asking if I was going to have him model those too.
“The pictures will look better if he’s got shoes on.” I replied.
“Well… I can’t wait to see the photographs.” she smiled before stepping toward the door.
