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.