Oh gosh an exhausting day. Partner has decided to clear his office out, even though it is so cold it is completely unparalleled and I am expecting to see polar bears wandering along Kings Parade very soon, nibbling tourists. So we had to drive to the tip with 5 small boxes of rubbish so we could put them in the skip. However, we were thrown out of the tip unceremoniously by quite a rude man from the council who said our boxes were ‘commercial waste’, because one of the papers on the top had a college crest on, which let me tell you they were not. Despite my protestations we were sent to the ‘commercial waste disposal depot’ where we waited in a queue with enormous articulated lorries carrying lorry-loads of rubbish. I began to feel this was perhaps not entirely the place for us and our five small boxes, as the proximity of the lorries made our Punto look quite small and ridiculous, and when we were told it would cost us £100 to throw away our papers I began to feel it even more strongly, so we drove to another tip in absolutely the middle of nowhere down a fen, put our rubbish carefully and neatly in the skip, and drove away very quickly like Bonnie and Clyde while a man with a huge beard and a flourescent jacket watched us thoughtfully. And throughout this entire thing, Partner criticised the hat I was wearing. When I was having to be a getaway driver! So I have now crossed the line into criminality and who knows where it will end, today putting commercial waste (it was not commercial waste!) in a skip, soon perhaps armed robbery and a life on the run thumbing my nose at the law and responsible citizens. Who knows!
Partner is shredding the rest of his rubbish. I think that will work much better.
The fox returns and life continues
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