Back in the 1960s my grandfather rescued an oval tilt-top table from being dumped when a local building was being demolished. It is almost identical to the one in this picture and is roughly 4 feet across the longer side.
The top is veneered with walnut-burl and decorated with fine marquetry. The base is made from solid carved mahogany. It was in almost perfect condition, just a small patch of blistering on the veneer and some old woodworm damage to the base.
My dad has had the table in his garage for decades, along with a small round oak table which belonged to his grandmother, both in pieces.
I telephoned him yesterday to see how he is (I said to him I was making sure he had done his panic buying) and he told me he was "sitting in an antique shop". I knew he was thinking of getting the tables professionally restored, assembled and assessed; they have now been returned.
Grandad's table is, as we thought, from around 1880. The real surprise was great-gran's side table: it's from the early 1700s! Grandad's table is worth around £1,500 ($1,800). I've no idea of the value of the other piece.
Lord above that beard looks a lot whiter than it really is! Actually I'm coping very well as I really enjoy my own company. I took this in response to something similar a friend posted on my facebook timeline.
Here in the UK there is a license fee for possessing a TV (it's how the BBC is financed: no advertising revenue). It currently costs £157.50 (around $210) per annum. The last time I had a TV, almost 30 years ago, it was less than £80.
When I changed address a year ago I almost instantly received a letter from the TV licensing authority saying I didn't have a TV license. I wrote to them saying I didn't have a TV. I also told them I would NOT allow them access to the property without a warrant.
Today I received a letter with TV LICENSING on the envelope. I expected it to be a similar letter to last year, but no: it is a confirmation that I don't need a license. I didn't even know there was such a thing!
So I have what is, in effect, a non-TV license.
I wonder what faceless bureaucrat though this one up!
Back in the late '70s and early '80s I lived in Bromsgrove, roughly 14 miles from the city of Worcester. There were about a dozen or so of us who rode motorcycles used regularly to visit this pub at the weekend...
...we used The Plough for a couple of reasons.
1. They sold draught rough (alcoholic) cider.
2. The police used to drink there too. This meant the pub was never raided for 'after hours' drinking. The coppers used the lounge (through the door in the picture). We used the bar, in through a door at the rear.