Cataclysmic recycling event

Yes, I know I said no more recycling stories unless it was cataclysmic...

but LOOK!

The fecking fox has eaten my cardboard recycling container.

Now what? How do I recycle the recycling container? I guess it goes in green box/textiles. But then what? Do I have to buy a new one for the cardboard?

Life is complicated here.

A light bulb blew. I had to google how to dispose of it... so , have to comply with WEEE.

Google it yourself. I am fed up with the whole thing.

WEEE my arse.

Friendly Surbiton

Well now. I am settling into village life here in my wee dolls house.

I have joined the library reading group, first meeting 28th September.

Yes, same formula...we all read the same book.

I have also joined Fat Club, although they don't like it when I call it that, but that's what it is. The official name is 'Weigh-to Go'

Have joined a writing group- first meeting on Friday.

Nobody can say I am not making an effort.

Anyway...very exciting...today I had coffee with a New Friend.

Not to take away from my lovely Amiga Jane and Welkom Friend Charlotte , but a POM Friend whom I did not even have to ASK to be my friend.

She is also in Fat Club. We are actually the thinnest people in Fat Club.

Thin being a relative term here. But if we do have to discuss it, we are thinner by about 30 kilograms. Not that Fat Club has any idea what a kilogram is. They all talk about Stones. What the fuck is that? Although, I must admit I was kak impressed when one fatty said she had lost half a stone. It sounded like an amazing achievement. Big Deal. I have also lost half a stone.

It is about three kilograms.

Whoopie Doo

The bloody 32 yoghuts I bought probably weighed 3 kilograms.

It is a great pity that ironing doesn't burn off more calories.

food glorious food

Look at these fabulous mushrooms I bought at Borough Market! Aren't they amazing?

It's no wonder I am so fat...all these new foods- one stomach.

On the plus side, I only have FIVE yoghurts left!

(I did give some to Lovely Niece Sam) but honestly, who could possibly eat that many all by themselves?? (themself?)

Who...singular, so = themself...hmm, still not very good grammar.

Who could possibly eat that many? Full stop. To avoid a tautology, but no, not actually a tautology, just bad sentence construction.

Grandmamma

Dr Lauren and Darling Simon have a kitten. His name was Doug, but he is a girl, so her name is Indie, I am going with Dougindie seeing as nobody else seems to be able to make a decision. This is what I bought for her.

Fucking hell you really can get anything in this country!

Hee Hee

Last word on Recycling

I realise I have been going on a bit about recycling, much as I went on a bit last year about weather. So this is the last you will hear on the subject unless there is a cataclysmic recycling event.

I am buying this dustbin for the kitchen, bringing my bin total to 9.

This is basically to help The Hubby and to help in winter when it will be too cold to go into the bin alley every 5 minutes.

So...

back to the weather.

Which is GLORIOUS. I wanted to do some gardening today but it was too hot so I had to wait until after 7 when it cooled down a bit. At the minute (as they say here) it is 9 o' clock at night and I am outside with a vodka and cranberry juice basking in the (somewhat pathetic ) light of my garden solar lamps.

Waiting for The Hubby to return from Dublin. He will be here any minute...yay!

Housework

Have got this sussed.

This is what I have:

Bathroom wipes

Kitchen wipes

Floor wipes

Furniture wipes

Glass wipes

Oven wipes

Screen wipes (for TV and computers etc.)

Ha!

The kitchen wipes cost £1 for 120. All the above wipes are kak cheap.

It is an amazing way to clean. I love it.

What I don't have is ironing wipes

Pity.

And while I am moaning.....

I am off foxes now. He has taken my flip flops, and one grey shoe.

Note to self: Do not leave shoes outside anymore.

Worse than that, today he brought a bag of rubbish into the garden, a bag of rubbish from somebody who does not recycle! That is the limit! In this bag, (and over most of the garden bed) was a combination of plastic, food and paper! All in one bag! Unrecycled!

I draw the line at recycling other people's rubbish and put it all in the landfill (black) dustbin.

Bloody hell.