RDP Thursday: Another Day

Not quite the usual day. It is the day of the carboard and paper collection in our village. It is when we can at last present our reading trophies of the past three month and put them outside. The lorry soon arrives and everything is taken to the paper hunting grounds never to be seen again. In the meanwhile we have already begun to collect again for the next collection as we now have space. The procession of neighbours pushing their carts to the street loaded with carefully tied parcels is now finished. Another paper collection day is over.

RDP Thursday; Another Day

Good Morning

I was wondering should I show my dismal Jura mountain head in the clouds this morning or perhaps yesterday’s sunset which was showing itself from the good side.

I decided to show both of them so that you are not missing anything. I was just getting ready to close the blinds for the night yesterday evening and noticed the red glow in the sky, so I was out with the camera to shoot a few pictures. It was really worth it. We often get those glorious sunsets in Autumn.

Otherwise it became a busy day yesterday.

It was again paper and cardboard collection time in our area. It seems to me they have reduced the pick- ups. It used to be 1-2 months, but now it is down to a three month collection. One way or the other I had to get my planning organised – with the help of No. 1 son. The photo shows the contribution of our part of the estate. I noticed that since days of lockdown and online orders, we all have a real collection of cardboard. Everything is delivered in a cardboard box. The trick is to fold them flat, following the seams at the side, to make it easier to get them on the street. The deadline is to have it all ready and waiting by 7.00 this morning and we got the notice two days ago. I was quite proud of No. 1 son and myself organising it all so well. My cellar now has breathing space again. I combined the work with again clearing some surplus from our hobby room. I discovered two bags of old magazines and papers. Mr. Swiss was not so happy, he is a hoarder and found they were documents that would come in handy. “Coming in handy” has not happened in the 20 years they have been in the cellar, so with a few words of persuasion (not very friendly) he began to sort them throwing the most in one of our large plastic refuse collection bags (the easy way to do it). I then again got into action and bound it all with string in neat piles which No. 1 son and I put outside for the collection. It would have needed Mr. Universe to have lifted those plastic refuse bags for the normal rubbish collection stuffed with documents and books.

Afterwards I went outside for a few photos of the memorial day. I happened to meet my hairdresser neighbour which is her cardboard and newspaper collection in the photo. She noticed with astonishment how my hair has grown. I told her the time is now ready for a new cut and amongst the cardboard boxes we had a discussion of how it would be cut and she found it is now long enough to do the perfect job, so I will be seeing her in the next few days.

Otherwise the bees were buzzing on my sedum again. The told me it was now the perfect weather, as they prefer to do the work in the sun. They were now adding the finishing touches.

Otherwise it was again a day at home and I spent my time relaxing. I even switched off the TV in the evening when Mr. Swiss disappeared to the bedroom. There was nothing really interesting to watch. The daily report from the London Chelsea flower show was finished which I like to watch. The Exhibition happens once a year, usually in Summer, but this year it is later for pandemic reasons. It is interesting to see the wonderful plants and all the TV gardeners were giving their opinions and some good tips. There was a section about hostas where the gardeners showed how to make a garlic solution to spray on them which would keep the hungry slugs and snails away. I am still thinking about it, as boiling two full garlic bulbs in water and mixing it afterwards might be a little messy and smelly in my kitchen.

I am now off to continue my daily chores. There will be a bread to bake and spaghetti to cook and Mr. Swiss will be on his way to his dentist. Let is be a good day, make the most of it, see you all on the flip side.

Soo Shoo the neighbour’s cat just called past for a few treats.