Thursday, August 6

I noted recently that the road sign at the edge of the woods had been replaced after the works that replaced the lamp posts. Irma noticed that the waste bin still sat on the floor and phoned the council to ask for it to mounted on a pole.
When Shanti and I come out for a walk I notice that it does indeed now hang from one of the new lamp posts.

I never fail to feel amazed when this kind of thing happens. I think that results from spending too long in England where nothing ever happens like that.

Or that simply.