The two men who organise the tip and I are almost on first name terms, I have been so often over the past few weeks. My golden rule is to visit the tip once a day and pack at least two boxes each day. Yesterday I excelled myself by doing even better.
When we bought our Aga cooker new twenty five years ago a whole lot of baking tins came with it.
After all this time they are beginning to look a bit worse for wear, but I do want to leave them where possible, so I set to work to give them a special do.
Armed with Brillo pads, rubber gloves and plenty of hot water I was busily scrubbing the Aga cake baker at twenty minutes to eleven last night! It definitely thought it was having a birthday and is glowing this morning.
Today - our coffee morning with friends - I didn't get in until eleven o'clock but set to immediately and gathered together another car boot load for the tip - old items of farming clothing (milking smocks, woolly hats and gloves for winter milking mornings), a couple of old casserole dishes, a couple of roasting tins I no longer want and two outside folding chairs long past their sell-by date.)
Each load taken brings about a kind of cleansing.
It is very hot here but luckily there is a cooling breeze blowing, so on the way back Tess and I did our lane walk. Now we are home; we have both had a drink and after one more cup of tea I shall do my next job - pack and label a couple more boxes. The job is endless but I am clearing out such a lot of things I no longer want - the charity shop is taking it happily - and one day it will all be finished. Won't it?