“Do I hear ten pounds? Ten pounds anybody? Thank you madam. Ten Pounds”

by 3arn0wl

Despite the gravity of his illness, Jack Evans was up at the lectern, his tool in his hand, deftly dispatching the fruit and veg.

“You didn’t think I wouldn’t be here, did you?” he said, with that melodious Welsh voice of his, “I’ve been doing the Harvest Auction at Little Sniffy ever since I left college.”

“It’s just like a bring & buy, i’n’t it?” mused Lilly Watts of Lower Snodding. “You donate your tin of Campbell’s Condensed Mushroom Soup one week, and then you buy it back at twice the price, the next.” After a long pause whilst she looked into the middle-distance, she added, “Still it’s a bit of fun, n all in a good cause, i’n’t it?”

It certainly is.  The auction at the church raised £500 for the starving in the horn of Africa. But you wouldn’t believe the price of a Fibonacci spiral of potatoes.

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