Mr Fink was part of the IT crowd, helping log the bids and prices as they happened. Little Fink was mostly listening to her iPod and I was mostly trying to win one of the lovely bikes for her. There was also a golf trolley that Mr Fink was interested in - right at the end of the list.
The bike came up and I won it for a very reasonable sum, smiles all round. I then tried to sign/mouth to Mr Fink that I was keen to leave and go but wanted to know if he wanted me to stay and bid on the golf trolley. Mr Fink is not very good at charades and sign language. As I mimed 'golf' and 'trolley' and 'I go' getting more and more frustrated at his blank looks, the auctioneer said, "Madam, are you bidding?" "Erm, no, er, sorry." says I.
How embarrassing! The scouts did raise over a thousand pounds so all was well.
