I assume some (possibly internet-fired) discussion must have occurred recently regarding my apparent destruction of valuable antiques (as posted in Keeping the Home Fires Burning). What ever the occasion or venue, it prompted a number of readers to discharge a few salvos of flak at me.
My abhorrence of all things Victorian aside, the furniture I broke up for fuel wasn’t valuable. The auctioneer passed the lots in, unsold. In fact, the auction house was exceedingly grateful to have the worthless items removed free of charge. If I hadn’t expunged the alchemical Vicky furniture, it would all have become landfill at considerable cost to the auction house.
Technically speaking, once a piece of furniture attains the age of one hundred years it is considered an antique, however, none of this appalling, badly made, ugly tat was ever going to rise above the circuit of dowdy little second-hand shops. I consider my actions were a coup de mâitre for Good Taste.
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