Next door's pile of hard rubbish just found a new home. I spotted it as I was getting in the taxi yesterday and if it had been there when I collected the mail, I'd have brought it in then. So off I went resigned to missing it because I wouldn't be home until late and the curb crawlers were already out in force. But no, I win, still there when I arrived home in the dark. Thank goodness they'd taken the legs off because I doubt I'd have been able to carry it. I dragged it as quietly as I could up the footpath and down the drive then went back for the legs, momentary panic as I noticed only two but they were shoved inside each other. Then the chairs, no superwoman you can't carry 6 chairs at once without a heart attack, I had trouble carry two so it was one by one.
Surprisingly heavy those chairs and all this done in the dark. Mind you I'm going to have words with himnextdoor. He knows I get first dibs on anything good like this but shewhomustbeobeyed must have put them out.
So this afternoon when I came back from a very long walk and I hate people who tell me to burn through the pain, it just gets you more pain. I had to buy a new purse so I walked to the Tosca outlet in Warrigal Road (bite me Andrew) lunched at Nando's and walked home. Was it worth the pain, yes, to buy a purse on special down from $89.95 to $49.95 and one where the cards actually fit in the spaces. I always buy the same type of purse so I know at a glance that I haven't misplaced the important cards. I really would have loved the tiger skin patent leather but it wasn't on special and it had a clip opening part for coins, painful to open with hurty fingers.
I didn't take the shopping trolley knowing I would be walking through piles of hard rubbish just dying for a good home and walked back the long way round for the same reason, no temptation. Damn homeowners who let hedges grow over their brick fences, only one place for a fat bum to take a load off the knees.
I was going to keep the old patio table with the big hole in the middle where the screaming north wind upended the shade brolley and crashed it down. The cat was forever rolling over the table and going through the middle. I thought it might be okay at the back for putting my tomato plants on but why make it easy the birds and possums to get at them so it's out for collection. I did keep the green chairs, those cream ones looked a bit on the snug side and the green ones are so comfortable. And if that upturned bed base hadn't been on a busy road I'd have nicked the six wheels off that. That was my grandfather's motto, "never throw out the wheels". A lesson I could never get through to the BOH, who hasn't turned up to put all the small car parts out. I'll probably end up painting them to look like garden gnomes. I just remembered I haven't put out the one earred concrete pig. I feel bad about doing that, he's been here so long but he looks so pathetic but he'll have company since the eyes have washed off the concrete dogs and they belonged to the ex anyway. Very chichi, not like my flock of concrete ducks. Apparently he has a garden full of concrete 'things' at his new place. The horror, the horror.