Turkish Feast

Spent the day gardening, it was a terribly smelly affair. We have a green waste wheelie bin that should be taken out every Saturday, but André has forgotten week after week. You may say to yourselves ' why doesn't she put the wheelie bin out ? ' Well, she would, and she used to , until A got super security conscious . The roller door at the side of the house now has several padlocks, all the keys to them are hidden in different locations in the house. I feel my blood pressure rising when I go in search of the keys, it's just not worth the stress.

Anyway, yesterday morning A did put the bin out.
When I went outside to start hedge cutting , I went to drag the bin off the street. It weighed a ton ! The refuse men had refused to take it, too heavy. I lifted the lid and was almost knocked out by the smell of what can only be described as sewage, horrible.

The only solution I could think of was to tip the bin on its side, very difficult, and scrape the stinking stuff out with a rake. I spread it as well as I could in the front bed which is home to several shrubs, I was spattered in the muck and was very attractive to lots of flies. It's still rather fragrant now , wonder what the neighbours will think ..,,

Evening saw us out with The Critchfields ( pictured) , they have 5 beautiful, grown up daughters . Imagine living with 5 daughters ! Great night, lovely Turkish food on Green Lanes, followed by The Queens, Crouch End, followed by bed zzzzzxx