Happiness is - an early morning visit to the tip. Sorry, to the Household Waste Amenity Site. Doubtless this will be the first of many trips as we clear the garage of its accumulated rubbish.......
It's all changed down at the tip - sorry, Household Waste Amenity Site - since the last time we paid a visit there. Now there are around twenty different "stations" all separately labelled, for example,
"Household Waste", "Garden Waste", "Small Appliances", "Metals", "Wood." I'm sure it makes life a whole lot easier for the site managers now that we are required to sort our rubbish out at the point of tipping. Unfortunately because I didn't
know this new requirement before we went, most of our rubbish was all mixed up in black plastic sacks. Next time (oh, yes, there will be a next time, and a next time, and a.......) I will know better.
The youngest of the Darling Daughters is concerned that I am becoming obsessed with litter - so today's blog will do nothing to allay her fears. I am, however, reminded of the time when she was in Junior School and we spent a whole summer, wherever
we went, with our eyes fixed on the pavement on the lookout for ring-pulls. I can't remember whether it was for Blue Peter or for a school collection but I know it took over our lives for quite some time......
Wimbledon may well take over my life for the next couple of weeks. Now that's one of the real pleasures of retirement - sitting easy on a Tuesday afternoon, watching Rafa Nadal changing his shirt between
sets. Lucky old me!