I have been a martyr to my back over the last few days – my sleep has been really disturbed and consequently I’ve been sleeping in even later than usual, which explains why I missed the bin lorry this morning. It was the black bin this time – the one that hasn’t been emptied for four weeks and now needs to wait another two. There is barely any space left – I’ve climbed in it and stamped it down twice already. It smells. There are life forms growing inside it that have started to develop language and use rudimentary tools. It’s grim, really grim.
I have no excuse this time for not putting it out the night before – unlike it’s cousin the red recycling bin, who’s collection day seems to be a moveable feast a bit like Easter, I’m well aware that the black one goes every other Monday. I have even in the past, resorted to scrawling ‘PUT BIN OUT’ in dry erase marker on every shiny surface in the house and still forgotten. My own incompetence amazes me sometimes.
We didn’t do a lot today – after sitting up late last night updating the BARMY BELLA site and then lying in till nearly midday, we went off to the Handmade Burger Company for lunch (although, as my son Harry pointed out – aren’t ALL burgers handmade?), then we bought sun loungers and sat in the garden.
And people say professional entertainers don’t work hard for a living!
That’s it for today – Tomorrow I’ll be spending the day at Practical Magic in Shropshire, so maybe I’ll treat my readers (all 3 of you) to a photographic and video tour of their premises and some sneak previews of upcoming goodies.
These burgers are HANDMADE, apparently
