I was sitting here just trying to get on to a site selling a possible birthday present for a friend when the same friend and her partner arrived with cheese scones and a slice of honey cake which has just won him a cup at a local show. Since then we have chatted for an hour and they have just gone.
It isn't a cold day here but it is a damp, windy, chilly day with no sign of the sun - and that is really so much worse.
The bins are out for morning - my carer does that before she goes. A green bin for garden waste (I have nowhere for a compost heap), a blue bag for newspapers and a plastic box for tins and plastics.
When it is windy like today they have to be well-anchored otherwise they are prone to blowing down the road. This fortnight (the other week is ordinary dustbins) all my hedges have been cut and my lawns too so there is an excess which will have to wait for next fortnight.
In the old days when I was child I remember we had the dustbin men who came round every week. As for garden rubbish everybody had a compost heap - or a "muck heap" as it was commonly called and absolutely everything went on it.
That's it for today. I have been busy finishing my Book Group book for next Tuesday. Now I have until next Tuesday to make notes. It has been a really good choice this month. See you tomorrow.