Re cycling for Oxford

To the recycling centre by cycle: a piano stool that little by little has fallen apart; a suitcase whose lock was smashed over 50 years ago when it fell off a roof-rack at speed onto a road that mercifully was not as busy as roads are now; and its temporary contents: outmoded modems, immobile phones, a kettle that won't stop boiling, headphones and speakers that no longer speak. Then trip two: three bags of stones, rubble and broken bricks that surfaced when I was working in the garden last summer.

After yesterday's unearthing I looked up the website of the Oxford Fiddle Group which for several years I've vaguely thought I might apply to join one day. Serendipity - they had a gig this evening. Off I went. About 80% of what they played would be within my capacity if I practised. The other 20% would stretch me. Would they take me? Yes, they would! So tomorrow I'll sort out my music and start playing.

This risks slowing down further decluttering.