Mr B and I are off to a Beetle Drive tonight! Can life get any more exciting? Mr B only realised this morning that our evening engagement means he will be missing the England match. I think it is a tribute
to his loyalty to his Bowls Club (the organisers of said Beetle Drive) that he hasn't cancelled.
I should do well at the Beetle Drive as I have had plenty of practice recently playing with young Sam
and James. However the boys and I play with large, colourful plastic beetles (see picture) on which we affix yellow legs, noses, feelers and eyes according to the roll of an extremely large dice. How will I cope with the boring paper
Full-time work means you never really get to meet your neighbours so I am determined, in retirement, to be a better neighbour. I started by inviting Mrs Next-Door-But-Two over for
Elevenses this morning. She was a mine of information about other near neighbours so at least now I know a few more names and will be able to smile, wave and say hello next time I see them. Well it's a start.......
Mr B is not happy that the two and a half bags (8 lbs) of rubbish I collected on yesterday's litter-pick has ended up in our wheelie bin. He warns me that if we can't close the lid and, come Bin-Day, if our rubbish does not get
collected because of that, it will be all my fault. I never realised it was so hard being a Friend of the Environment.......