I wonder how can I make my posts more interesting? Blog readers like something seasonal, so how about mistletoe at Cranford Park instead of mulled wine?
The arrival of new bins is the highlight of my week; neighbours in the borough may disagree. There are four, two of which are jolly big (above) – Robert says it’s a ploy so collections will soon be fortnightly. The other two are cute little baby bins.
The smaller one is a sort of marsupial pouch, the contents of which are transferred to the mummy bin when enough food waste has been accumulated. This worthy eco-project presents problems for residents in flats – their gardens have been turned into bin parks. But if we can save the world by putting in a tea bag (Robert) and a slice of lemon (me) I’m all for it.
Meanwhile I am making new friends: Iago (Pembroke Welsh Corgi), Francis (Basset Hound), Peggy Sue (choc lab) and many more whose owners like to see their dogs playing with a beagle that likes to mix. If the dog is friendly the owner is and conversely.
Not many invitations to Christmas parties this year? Nor me. I have had one, gratefully accepted, invitation to gather atavistically around a fire pit locally. Not sure what a fire pit is but best not fall into it wearing flammable togs. If you want to know how fortunate we are read The Quincunx. It’s a big read, I’m only about half way and I have frightful nightmares inspired by the novel. Maybe don’t read The Quincunx if you are of a sensitive disposition. I’m on page 692 and the titular Quincunx hasn’t cropped up; almost everything else has. It’s a gripping re-invention of a 19th century genre. Let’s face it, living in the UK this winter we won’t have much to do except read long novels.