“Cool, sounds like a plan.” Moving into the truck, he picked up what appeared to be some sort of chair or seat. Propping his arm under the seat. No doubt he’d be able to work out where the living room was, there’d likely be some sort of couch or electrical to give it away. He remembered the first day in his new flat, the realtor had arrived to drop off the keys and had looked stunned that the only pieces of large furniture he seemed to own were a mattress and a widescreen TV. Priorities, Alfie liked to think he had them.

Hearing the comment about a yard sale, he grinned, nodding at the next comment. “I hear yah, left mine down south in the hope it’d be too cold up here for them. They’ll no doubt keep finding excuses for me to go back down though.”