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I go throw out the rubbish into the communal bin dump for our particular wing of the complex there’s something weird in there. Aside from the multiple bins and recycling dumpsters there’s been a countless number of tube TVs in sizes various, plenty of smashed wooden furniture (oddly enough it usually seems to be television stands), trolleys from supermarkets throughout the town and, of course, traffic cones. Last week I went in there and there was a small digger. An actual JCB, earth moving, mechanical digger sat in the corner. That goes in the odd category simply because of how the access to the bins is kind of restricted by multiple stone pillars and a lot of parked cars. With the exception of the seemingly ever present cones and trolleys these things tend to be gone pretty quick – which says something for the willingness of the council’s waste disposal. At the moment though there’s a life preserver ring. You know, one of these:
Now, I can kinda guess where it came from – we are right next to the river – I still can’t fathom how the hell it ended up in our bin area or why someone had it in the first place (though Occam’s razor would suggest that someone had indulged in a bit too much drink) or why it wasn’t simply taken back…
Still, I’ll be going down there later (I know, exciting right?) once I’ve filled the last bit of space remaining in the bin with the peel for the potatoes and parsnips I’m about to start roasting. However, I’ve got another… forty five minutes before I need to think about that as the joint takes a fair old time to cook. Which gives me plenty of minutes to dedicate to this:
Not only is Linda perfect but she manages to buy the perfect gifts too.
It’s real cold in the mornings. Winter is clearly knocking real loud on the door but I like it. That edge of chill in the air wakes me up, especially when it’s combined with sipping from the bucket of Columbian I take first thing in the morning lately. It makes walking to the office nicer too, really gets the system cranking.
It’s nice to be living somewhere that I can have visitors over to without making statements like “sorry, it’s a bit cramped” and, as great a first-place as College Road was, not always be bumping into each other and have some space. There’s now room for the music collections and for the library to keep growing to fill the recently expanded bookshelves. Well, if there’s space and I happen upon books crying out to be read they’re going to find a home.
Though the extra floorspace means the monster has more room to run around and go crazy in, something she certainly takes advantage of.
Minette is clearly possessed. Either that or she’s the victim of radioactive fall out from Dungeness power station or the bizarre breeding of a tabby cat and crazed monkey. Since we got her I don’t think there’s been a point at which I or Linda’s arms and hands have been devoid of cat scratches. Had to shower her the other day after she’d eaten something that disagreed with her. Cartoons may make it out to be amusing but I think that’s something I’ll only find really amusing in hindsight. It seemed to have cured her of her curiosity over our bathing but only yesterday I heard a thud followed by the sight of our resident Tabby Monster running out of the bathroom after she’d fallen into the tub not long since used for hosing out her litter (hence her being covered in bubbles a the time).
This is becoming more documentary than it is comic:
