Ultra-quick dab at blogging while waiting for the moving company to arrive

"I just can't bring myself to throw away all the furniture," I moaned to my sister in London over the phone. "What a waste! It's perfectly good furniture, it's just that I don't need it."
"Yeah. Think of all the environmental damage," my sister said. I hadn't thought of that, but that did make me fret even more. As someone who is definitely clocking up CO2 levels to a phenomenal amount by flying long-haul frequently, I feel guilty about these things more keenly than most people.
"What shall I do?" I said.
"You could ship your TV and DVD player to me," my sister said.
"I wish I could. It would probably cost a bomb," I said.

"Give it away for free," urged my friend A. "At least that way, someone is using it."
"Yeah, I guess I should," I mused.

In the end, my Filipino maid and her daughter and her daughter's employer ended up buying 90 per cent. of my furniture for throwaway prices - everything was fixed at two hundred Hong Kong dollars.
"You sold your TV for fourteen pounds?" my sister thundered at me when I told her.
"Yes," I said, wondering whether I should have asked for more. But it was old (I'd bought it secondhand in 1999) and I couldn't ask my maid to pay more than that.
"You sold the bookcase for fourteen pounds?" my sister interrogated me again.
"Yes," I said, expecting a lightning bolt to strike any minute. But she was laughing.
"I bought that one from Argos!" she said. I'd unwittingly asked for double the original price and got away with it.

All in all, I felt happier that I was recycling my goods instead of casting them into a landfill.
"Well done, baby, you made some money!" M. said when I called him last night to report my 'profit' of around two hundred U.S. dollars.

Now I need to get back to my flat to try to sell off my wardrobe and bed.