Sunday morning tip trip

An unintentionally apocalyptic edit... in reality it was an entirely mundane visit to the 'household waste recycling centre', aka the tip.   No bodies lurking in skips, no surveillance balloons falling to earth.  Just the usual team of cheery and hard-working men, offering to lift heavy items and providing advice about which bin to use for which recyclable materials. 
I'm still working my way through the garage-clearing process. I've shifted the easy bits now, the obvious rubbish; from here onwards, it's decision-time about surplus pieces of furniture, memorabilia from my parents' house, long-forgotten items of kitchen equipment... Richard is due back from Northern Ireland tonight, so it'll be a joint task, which will be easier.