Recycling

We took possession of the car club van for an hour in order finally to dispose of D's old drawers and some gash shelving. The recycling centre at Seafield is always a cheerful hive of activity, with a man in a high viz jacket and a broom directing folk to the correct containers - "Laminates? No 10." There are a lot fewer landfill containers than when I first visited.

The day was somewhat marred by finding someone parked in the car club bay on our return; I got out to help Mr H reverse park as close in to the bay as possible and got a faceful of abuse from the driver, who I hadn't noticed was still in the car. "What the f*ck do you think you're doing? Get that f*cking van out of the way." And so on. I tried to point out that he was parked in the f*cking van's dedicated space, but he scarcely drew breath. Then his passenger came back from Tesco's and he roared off. I noticed that his car had a pink "Hello Kitty" bag in the back, which suggests a daughter - poor child.

I then cooked a delicious doh piazah with sag aloo for tea, though - I bet it was tastier than his. :-)