Jon asks
"What's your most precious possession? The single possession that would be the last thing you would sell when you were down to your last penny?
Another question that seems simple, but is actually very difficult. It's different from the 'what would you save in a fire?' because the stock answers, and ones I would probably give, are my photograph collection and Albert my teddy bear. Neither of which has any market value.
I think I would sell my body before I sold material possessions. The thought did cross my mind once when the bills were piling up, but I figured I wouldn't get a decent price for it. Besides, if I was that desperate, but also physically okay, I could get a job, any job, to keep the wolf from the door.
I'm also tempted to say 'my soul' but being abstract, I couldn't actually sell it. Besides, I have a list of blogreaders who would contend I already have!
My books and tapes/records/CDs would easily go - all replacable, and all exist elsewhere. Similarly, with. I'm tempted to say my camera, because I do love my camera, but even that's replacable.
If I had to, I would sell my house. I have enough equity to buy at least a bedsit in somewhere half decent. Alternatively, I could save the money and live with my mother. Not a prospect I savour, but do-able, when desperate.
I'm not a great jewellry person - the only objects of any value are my watch, my engagement ring, its matching earrings and a pendant that was my great-grandmother's. My watch is gorgeous and expensive; if I sold it I could buy a functional replacement. The earrings would go, much though I would miss them. I would try selling the pendant first to a cousin, but, despite being a family heirloom, I don't have a great sentimental attachment to it. My cousin Liz commented on it last week - it's amethyst, our shared birthstone. I was dreading her asking where I had got it - it was from her great-grandmother. But my father's cousin, who had custody of heirlooms, and no children, decided that my siblings and I, being the sole bearers of the family name, should have them.
Much to my surprise, having worked my way through the obvious candidates, I realise that the very last thing I would sell is my engagement ring. 
I honestly do not know what money it is worth ( I should get it valued) but it is aesthetically beautiful, and symbolises something very special. If I had to sell that, I think it would symbolise that my life has fallen to pieces in a major way. Even though my rational self knows that it is only a symbol.
