Giving It All Away

My father had a lovely expression when talking about my mother's pathological generosity.  She'd give away her arse and shit through her ribs, he would say.  You could not admire anything she had but she would try and press it into your hands.  I would go home with unwelcome £20 notes weighing heavily in my purse. 

I feel very much my mother's daughter now, as I try to give bits of my life away in preparation for the move.  I have lost count of the number of people I have tried to foist a cat on.  And the roll of black plastic in the hall.  If you looked twice at the toilet I'd probably give you that.

More successfully, I have offloaded various bits of furniture that I rescued from the street some 25 years ago.  What I can't get shot of is this.

 
I have twice put it on freecycle where usually you can offload the contents of a heavy cold on a good day.  Not a sausage.  Nobody wants my display cabinet.  I agree that it doesn't have much "renovation" potential.  It is mid-eighties department store non-chic.  Isn't the eighties in fashion again now?  I thought I'd put it on Ebay but I can't even upload the photo. 

They say, famously, that you can't take it with you when you go.  Well I can't.  The van is too small.  Anyone want a forlorn display cabinet?  Anyone's mum?