I'm upstairs in the community room. I need a box to kick and we've a shortage of them downstairs.
Up here there's boxes full of leather chairs and books from Catty and Epiphany. There are playaways that never will and piles upon piles of 'inconvenient' stock. There's a metal cupboard and a few old tables. And stacking chairs. And more thingie than you could poke a stick at. I turn to Seth.
"Aren't we due a booksale in here?"
"Don't even go there."