It’s either in you, or it’s not, the bargain-hunting bug. I have a very early memory of being at Goldophin Hall – check it out here, Poldark fans – leaping across a fancy rug again and again, while an auction went on in the main hall that I wasn’t allowed in to. My grandma, who will have been involved, must have feared I’d sneeze and she’d be going home with a stuffed moose or similar. Anyway, my point is that sale room trawling, skip snooping and jumble riffling are all in my family’s DNA. Previously here I’ve raved about the wonderful Quest show Salvage Hunters, where Drew and his side-kick visit stately homes to buy up their beautiful broken chairs. But I’ve discovered a new favourite show, that, let’s be honest, is probably more my pace.

Del Boys and Dealers follows a handful of people addicted to buying and selling. All at the, er, lower end of the salvage scale. These are the people who buy left luggage in the hope of finding a gem – literally – inside. Last night I watched a bloke and his son buy a big bag of ear muffs at auction (£3) before taking them to the rugby to sell them “to women and children.” They made £30. Nice. Reinvest in stock mate. You’re onto something.

Regular characters Sharon and Al went to a French auction (what a dream!) in a pimped-out hearse they’d bought on eBay (less so!). The auction looked brilliant, but they had to leave early, lamenting they hadn’t had a practice with a ‘Learn French’ CD in the car on the way over. Last night’s episode had true highs and lows in the story of Danny, hoping to score big with an antique moose head. The show is hilarious, touching, and if you’re wired like me, a big temptation to throw it all in and try making a living selling deely-boppers at the local car boot.

Knowing my predilection for not just buying but also selling a bit of tat, Jill has just alerted me to a brilliant concept – the Jumble Trail. Springing up across London and beyond, these events invite locals in a particular area to sign up to hold a mini-jumble sale in their front yard, all on a certain day. A bit like an Open-House weekend, buyers get a map of all participants, so they can turn up and pick over your old stuff at their leisure. A brilliant idea – I always think it’s a shame that the UK doesn’t have a culture of yard sales or garden sales, and as a seller this beats getting up at 6am to drive to a car boot. There is one in Peckham on May 17 if you fancy it? I’ll be the house selling a huge bag of deeply-boppers…