Everyone has a friend called Dave-if not everyone should have! I have many friends called Dave, but one in particular stands out, this Dave managed over me when I was a young trainee saleman in Currys Pwllheli (when Currys were a big electrical outlet who had branches in small Welsh towns like Pwllheli). Anyway, we hit it off and were friends as well as collegues. I moved on to another job after a few years but we still kept in touch, I moved town, but still we kept in touch. When he decided to move away I helped him load his van, and I almost bought a small cottage he was selling at the time (the fact that I didn't is still one of the biggest financial mistakes of my life). To cut a long story short, I lost touch with Dave, I kept receiving his Christmas cards every year, but there was no return address, and with no way of contacting him-we completely lost touch with each other. Now a few years down the line (and the invention of Facebook), I recive a lovely message out of the blue, it was Dave, he had now moved to France and was enjoying life over there. We got chatting and he tells me he has a house with a small piece of land which when he cut down the boundry hedges he found part of a car bonnet and bits of a rusty moped, which must have been there for many years. The magnitude of this didn't really sink in until a few weeks later, I was in the midst of swapping my items, and giving out eggs to random people in the street, when I remembered the rusty 'relic' as he called it. The more I thought about it the more I thought it was a good idea, I had nothing to lose-I quickly e mailed Dave with the words "Dave, that 'rusty' relic of yours-fancy swapping it for a first aid kit from 1959"??