We have been looking at the hard rubbish Lynettea put on the footpath. She was concerned that her items were being ignored. Any good items need to be picked up by people who can use them before the Council Truck gets there. So I gave her some good advice to make them look more attractive, not jumbled into a pile. So she unfolded one Director's chair and set it up on the path. The next time we looked, someone had taken that chair. Then she opened another chair and someone took that and after that she opened the little folding chair and someone took that. We didn't see people taking them, but it was good. They also took a drawer for filing music tapes and most of the parts of a tall solar lamp and two biscuit tins that had small metal things inside. We still have the wooden paint easel for aspiring artists and a skipping rope as well as a few plastic bits of rubbish.
We wonder who will get there first, the mysterious collectors or the Council Truck. Lynettea had a look along the streets but didn't bring home any new pieces of Hard Rubbish, thank goodness. I take up most of the space in the house with my equipment and I can't get rid of any of that. .
Lynettea has put my tall scratching post near the computer so I can supervise her. How thoughtful. She took a photo of me supervising and now I have hopped down to the keyboard. She doesn't like that. How odd.