Tag: Bin

Trapped in a top!

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I’ve worn this top for years, in fact I was a lot larger when I first got it. But I like it and it’s served me well. But I’ve noticed lately that because of a frozen shoulder and golfers elbow in the same arm I was struggling to bend my arm enough to take off my top.

Tonight was worse. I tried and tried but it wouldn’t budge from my arm. My elbow would not bend and I felt like I was strangling myself. It called for drastic action. Luckily I have a strong pair of scissors. So starting at the wrist I cut up the sleeve. Gradually releasing the pressure. It was particularly difficult as I reached the neck. I was trying not to cut myself! Eventually I was free, but my old cotton top is now in the bin!

Hand washing

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One thing that worries me is my hubby not washing his hands when he cooks. Even if the food is not raw I think he should clean his hands. I always do.

I can see possible cross contamination happening, but he, who trained as a scientist, doesn’t seem to believe in soap and water. That’s fine if I’m doing the cooking. He can keep his germs to himself. But not if he’s cooking for both of us.

Example, he put something in the bin, then picked up a plate, I thought NO. So asked him to wash his hands, he says I’m nagging! Now he’s gone off in a huff. He wants to cook, but I don’t want an upset tummy. It’s all about him being brought upon a farm I think. He doesn’t suffer from stomach problems. How do I get him to listen?

Blue bins

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Seeing double.. Our bins have doubled overnight, which is great if you don’t mind having to fight your way past them or walking on the road. We should recycle but I try not to buy stuff in plastic tubs or bottles. In return they are cutting our collection to fortnightly. I can imagine our grey bin overflowing by then. We really did not need extra plastic on the street. It’s just cost cutting again.

People

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The door stands in the way. But I can hear people outside, running along the pavement, downhill, then up. A couple of car doors slam. An engine starts, quietly. I want to look out, but the door is firmly locked. It’s late. I could look out of the window, but that means parting the curtains, giving the game away.

A little later…. All is calm again, the mad thunder of feet has receded, I heard my bin lid thud down, but I’m not going to look. Possibly an old beer can? It’s happened before.

I don’t really like living with my front door on the pavement. I wish we had a front garden. There is a garden at the side of our house,iit’s ours, full of trees and bushes. Local people dump beer cans and fag packets in our hedge. Life, and people, have been quieter lately. But if I was put on a desert island I would be OK.

I spoke too soon, cars (with people in) crashing down  their gears, rushing to get up the hill. Sometimes they seem to race each other.

If, and when the lockdown ends, I will have to get used to people again.