Today, I saw a flyer for a garage sale. I’m not generally one to go to garage sales, as I’ve been too lazy in the past. Also, I’ve got enough junk of my own that I’ve been working consistently to get rid off for over a year, so why pick up someone else’s junk?  And yes, in case you’re wondering, I didn’t throw out enough of my junk when I came from Sydney to London, so I have all my junk here with me as well.

On closer inspection of the flyer, I realised that a garage sale in London is not a sale of the contents of the garage, but the garage itself! Now there’s something new I learned …