Spotted a Sowerby, Art Deco, frosted swan butter dish dating from the 1930s yesterday in a salvage yard and my famed negotiation skills came to the fore - I drove a hard bargain.
Chairman: "I simply have to have this butter dish."
Bloke: "How much is it?"
Chairman (peering at the tag): "£24."
Bloke: "OK, give me £20 then."
Following this strenuous negotiation of Trumpian proportions I took it home and presented it to Hay, who immediately declared it too nice to use on a daily basis. Never understood that philosophy - it's now destined to gather dust in a cupboard.
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