Recycling

A slow start, then with Lorraine's help cleared stuff from my back yard. Calliope springing about and getting under people's feet as much as possible, then yowling horribly as we drove off to the recycling plant where cars go to poo. "Rotten decking mate?" "Over there mate." etc. A beautiful sunny day though. The recycling place has a great view of the sea and seems to be surrounded by grass and teasels. Lorraine is such a nice person that even going to the recycling plant is quite fun.

Late afternoon watched Chelsea beat Stoke on TV while doing a roast as poor Lorraine worked and raged at her laptop until food came. She escaped into Lark Rise to Candleford before heading home feeling apprehensive about next week having already recycled her hopes about moving so many times.

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