The early part of a new year beckons a bit of a clear-out.
Shane: I got rid of all those black bags.
Emma: Where d' y' take them?
Emma: Did they start rifling through them before you'd left?
Emma: (amused) Treasure-hunters, those old ladies - they knows gold when they sees it.
Shane: Mm. They asked if I knew how to open that old jewellery-box-type-box, as I was leaving, but I didn't - didn't seem to be a key with it - must have fallen out in the bag.
Emma: Jewellery box?
Shane: Mm. Like a small shoe box size, kind of off-white, with a small floral motif - pretty ugly really.
Emma: You sure that was from our stuff?
Shane: Yeah. She had the black bag on the counter - it was the first thing she took out of it.
Emma: (confused) (thought lands) (eyes widen) You didn't take all of the black bags, did you?
Shane: Ye-es. All of the black bags that were from the clear-out.
Emma: Oh no. Oh no! (seems horrified) (begins to laugh)
Emma: Two of those were for the rubbish.
Emma: To be thrown out. Oh no-
Emma: That box was... it was in the same bag as that nasty old toilet brush that I'd thrown out.
Shane: I just donated a toilet brush to the Samaritans?
Emma: (laughing) And a knackered vibrator.
Shane: (winces) Oh-, not good. Not good at all.
One did one's best. For a good cause.