A sale? Why not? Release all your wonderful treasures onto the open market and they are there for everyone to enjoy. It's a kind of emancipation, a setting them free to range the world... a saleroom here, an exhibition there; art, Lady Stacpoole, is a rover.
"...it confirms Bennett's peculiar gift for blending the satiric and the elegiac."The Guardian
"At 78, Alan Bennet has lost little of his mischievous wit and sense of the ridiculous."The Telegraph
People spoil things; there are so many of them and the last thing one wants is them traipsing through one's house. But with the park a jungle and a bath on the billiard table, what is one to do? Dorothy wonders if an attic sale could be a solution.