butterflyuk

I didn't know I had that many bones and joints in my body until they started to hurt. Have been trying to move the rest of the stuff from the office to be ready for the completion today. Before that I had to make space in the cellar (thank you God for old style buildings giving me space to fill up) at this house. The cellar is full with all lovely junk I can't bear to chuck away just in case I need it! So it's going up and down in both buildings with boxes is making my bones scream now.

All the rubbish that came out of the office was packed in black bin bags. Most of it was paper - leaflets, forms and copies of work. Yes I am afraid even in the IT age some organisations work on paper! When ten bags were full I would take them to the rubbish tip. I don't want to damage my lovely car!

First dump I went to was on the curve of a back road. Usually the road is very lonely and quiet so people dodging the traffic on main road only take a short cut on this road (at a great speed I must add). Every time I have been to this tip there has been a big queue. Waiting on the bend with the vehicles flying by was a near suicide experience. Then you drive in. There are three gestapos at the gate but one in particular is reincarnation of Inspector Clouseau. His hawkseye is on the people all the time in case they try to sneak in wrong kind of rubbish. The way he watches you makes you feel guilty instantly. I was even more shaky becasue I was dumping business waste and not domestic. While pointing to a space I was to park to empty the car he changed his persona. The way he was directing people I am sure he believed he was the air traffic controller. On parking the car I realised that you can not put the whole bag in the skip. You have to empty the papers in it. Oh deary.....with whole 5' height of my body given by my parents was not quite adequate to reach the skip to empty the bags. Angry eyes of the chief gastapo was piercing my back and I can see smoke coming our of his nostrils as I was taking too long to dump. I thought blow the forest, I had better save myself quick and went up to the general waste where I can just throw the whole bag. Mission completed successfully.I came out of the tip a proud free woman. For the next trip I took my assistant for moral support. She could put him in his place,even our MP is scared of her.

I had better write my Christmas cards now. Tomorrow is the last posting date for the second class mail. Half watching Father Ted repeat on 4 just now. Hilarious.