The Tip
We went to the tip yesterday. It was fun.
There's this low brick wall (with placards above it at intervals, reading "metal", "wood", "scrap" etc ) and you throw things over it-
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-and they fall into bunkers on the far side.
We got rid of...
the horrid plastic garden furniture Jackie (not ![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jackiejj) gave us,
the broken vax machine my in laws gave us,
the tatty wicker chair I rescued from a house clearance,
my old typewriter.
The typewriter was built like a battleship and so heavy I could hardly carry it from room to room. I was sorry in a way, and I told it so as I heaved it over the wall, but as I further explained, "times have changed".