For six months our old
mattress has sat in the garden. Each time I see it I think “I must
do something with that ...” But my usual rubbish bloke has
disappeared without phone number and I can't bring myself to pay £30
to have it taken away by the Council, and it won't fit in the car. So
it has stayed there awhile.
Until yesterday in
meeting, when I thought “I could cut it in half”. So I took a saw
to it and it fell apart gratefully. I then let it dry in the sun
before taking it away in the car.
I never enjoy going to
the Council Tip. Never quite sure where to go. Faintly menacing
people lurking around. But I could put it off no more, and decided to
take the severed mattress and the old TV. I confidently drove up to
the barrier and wondered why it did not open for me. Meantime a
Council truck had come up right behind me. He gets out the truck and
walks towards me. I lower my window “I'm in the wrong place aren't
I?”. All smiles as I do a neat 7 point turn and exit for the public
tip rather than the professional one I had tried to enter.
Photo is of Rowan atop Sergeant Man in the snow last week.
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