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Something nasty in the white bag
As I ate my breakfast in the kitchen this morning, a woman walked past with a dog on a lead in one hand and a plastic bag with something small in the other - turds - and the thought killed my appetite. What do people do with their little bags of turds? Do they dump them in their wheelie bins? Could this be why residents are complaining about the fortnightly, instead of weekly, collections of rubbish? Do they fill their bins with shit though don't like to say so?
I found another stash of out-of-date medicines, this time in the cabinet in the shower room. Night nurse Aug 1994, Lemsip Oct 1997 and Benylin Nov 2002. There were eight little bottles of nail polish, some so old they had solidified, two ancient bottles of eye drops that my mother had stopped using years ago (why hadn't she thrown them out?) and a small tube of moisturising cream for leather shoes.
The electricians arrived shortly after 8am just as I had almost finished clearing paths to the sockets that needed replacing. Shifting two bookcases for this I disturbed several spiders, the sort with the little bodies and thin weedy legs, the sort that look malnourished. There were none with chunky bodies and thick hairy legs, the sort that are easier to catch and throw out of windows.
I removed the lightshades from the pendants that needed replacing. As I expected the dust on these was dreadful. I have never seen so much dust in my life. The debris, dust and cobwebs behind the bookcases was pretty spectacular too. Miss Haversham in Great Expectations springs to mind.
Thought for today
Calamities are of two kinds: misfortunes to ourselves and good fortune to others.
Ambrose Bierce (1842 - c1914) The Cynics Word Book, 1906
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