FOWC with Fandango: Lucrative

Today was the collection of unwanted bulky goods in our village. It happens twice a year. We have a complete hodgepodge of goods on the street waiting to be collected. There is everything you can imagine from armchairs, beds, and lamps.

Someone even put a complete bed sofa outside, which had hardly ever been used. Yes, it was me. I had a deal with my neighbour that when the time came he would put it outside for me and yesterday the time had come. He is fully equipped with rollers and in five minutes it was outside. Today the lorry came and took everything and at last this white elephant of a sofa disappeared from my life. I was so glad.

As you can see from the collection there is a bit of everything. Someone had about 500 old music casettes and I felt for their previous owner. We also had a few hundred but I had thrown them out gradually in the garbage bags. If you really need something then you can drive around in a truck and take what you find before the men from the authorities arrive and dispose of everything. We often see the trucks in the early morning. That is probably the lucrative part of it all, when they know how to sell the unwanted goods.

There are still some objects on the surrounding streets, but these are all metallic. For some reason the state collects metal separately. Probably it is disposed of in a different place.

FOWC with Fandango: Lucrative

RDP Tuesday: Heal

Not one of my best photos, but taking it in the reflection of glass is never ideal. However, living your mobile life for the rest of your earthly days in a scooter (or a wheelchair) is nothing that ever will be healed. I really do not know what the scientists and doctors are doing but a cure for Multiple Sclerosis has not been found and probably never will be. Every year I visit my neurologist and ask the same question. Have they found a cure? and every year he tells me No. Of course I know the answer, but I like to tease him with my silly questions. All I can do is inject a medicine every second day to slow down its progress, although how do you know you are slowing it down when you have no comparison to prove it. Ten years ago I could walk with no noticeable problems and today I am a walking advertisement for the Ministry of Silly Walks. Monty Python would be proud of me. No the human race has not yet found a cure and in my life time probably will not.

RDP Tuesday: Heal