Going, going, gone…

This Saturday, Mr Anusha and I are getting up early to go to our first auction. We're trying our luck at a local antiques and collectables sale, which is held twice a month in a warehouse a few miles outside Bath, and seems to feature plenty of reasonably priced antiques, plus house-clearance furniture, prints and ceramics.

Having browsed the online catalogue, set our budget and swatted up on saleroom etiquette, we're after some bargain Victorian chairs (although, in the heat of the moment, I'll probably convince myself that I'll be able to find a home for this rather fetching vintage shop till – estimated at a purse-busting £200-£300...).