Bin Day

It’s Thursday. Something to get excited about – bin day….. all that lovely trash going off to the recycling and landfill. Heavens, we sure do generate a lot of rubbish – and there’s only the two of us!! This week, it’s cardboard from the new pots and pans – and also the old pots and pans, what to do with them? In the end, I’ve put them in front of the drive and am hoping a scrap man will come and take them away.

We were both up at a reasonable time this morning because we had workmen arriving. It was the annual boiler service this morning so our man, Steve, arrived about ten thirty. John was waiting for another solar panel buff to arrive this morning at eleven o’clock, but no-one arrived at that time.

In the meantime, I fiddled about on the computer, checking accounts and paying bills, and setting up our boiler man to visit Mum’s property for a gas safety certificate. The front door bell went about twenty past twelve. It was the solar panel person.

I had run downstairs to answer the door, but John was there so that was OK and I went to go back upstairs. “Hang on,” said the solar panel person, “you need to be here, too. You’re part of the household.” Yes, well, I was busy and needed to finish what I was doing. She had only arrived an hour and a half late, so I was grumpy. It turned out she’d got twelve in her diary and then had to take a detour coming into the village because of the HS2 works. Ha! Another reason to be grumpy – HS2.

She seemed quite good and fairly knowledgeable and, for once, didn’t assume we were idiots and so didn’t talk down to us.

After she’d left, I declared that I was going to be watching the tennis this afternoon. “Hmm….” said John, “no worries. I think I might have a nap.” So he napped and I enjoyed the tennis. There were some really good matches, although I was disappointed that Murray and Raducanu were knocked out. Ah, well.

This evening was enjoyable too, as it was a chat on Zoom to the college girls. Only five of us this evening as Lizzie and Linda were both feeling poorly – hoping they feel better soon. We enjoyed our chat and we carried on late into the evening – it hadn’t seemed a long chat at all, but it was well past ten o’clock before we said our goodbyes.

Thus passed another day in which the sun shone beautifully but which didn’t galvanise me to get a lot done. I was grateful to John for looking after me – he cooked our tea – and to the kids who checked up on me today. Thank the Lord for a good husband, great children and wonderful friends.

107,364 people tested positive for the virus today according to the government figures; 330 people died; 1,905 people were admitted to hospital And the PM lives to fight another day. He’s not going anywhere, is he?

I rather liked Susie Dent’s Word of the Day on Monday: ‘sparple’ (14th century): to deflect unwanted attention from one thing by making a big deal of another. Hehehe…….

Take care everyone. God bless.

And for fun, here’s a puzzle – What am I?

I live in a hole that travels with me;
My belly is deep,
But if I swallow too much
I get swallowed myself.