Think I will need a few runs to the tip. Wonder where the different skips will be when I go? I’ve filled three waste bags and that was without actually standing in the shed. Well I sprayed it with air freshener to try and make it less awful.

Spoke to the Irish chap (call him Pat) and I think my husband and I call him different things, but he knows lots about the regulations for the area and has had arguments about not being able to get anything done in our lovely town…

He is living in the house across the street and that was when I’m dressed in my awful tracky bottoms. (Tracksuit trousers or joggers!) Language dates me, as well as locates me. And then the chap that shuffles past me stopped because Pat talks to him about football!

Only lived here nine years! But the other neighbour was talking about the teams digging up the road coming back and I explained the site manager told me the road map was wrong. The cables didn’t go down my side but they run parallel on Pat’s side.*

And I need to keep snipping the thorny things and filling stuff into skip acceptable things. I believe my trips to the skip are limited but I don’t know the limit, but if they also limit household collections then what do we do with it all? An unanswerable conundrum.**

But I’m wiping things down if I can and putting to one side. Books covered with the original shrink wrap will be more likely to be saved. Paperbacks covered in mess will not. I am wearing a mask again. Joys!

*Originally there was a house between ours and Pats. Until they knocked it down and built flats and houses in a private cul-de-sac. Which is governed by a landlord in London.

** we pay for a skip we can fill and get collected.