There are advantages to having dogs. Going out early in the morning or in the late evening before the bin truck has been means that we see things people have thrown out.
Wandering back home after one of my walks, I spotted – in the dark – what looked like a decent chair. I hauled it inside and plonked it in the hallway and then went to boast about my acquisition to Partner. And to ask him to bring it upstairs as feeble me was not up to it.
‘It’s probably tat,’ he said.
Cheek. Who was he to define my taste as tat?
He reluctantly went downstairs to retrieve the tat chair.and came back somewhat surprised.
‘Oh. It’s decent.’
Well yes. Why would I have rescued a tat chair? Huh?
‘In fact it’s a shame there weren’t more. It’s better than the ones we have.’
I like the high back and the smooth lines. I wonder why they threw one out? What has happened to its siblings?
Next up, Partner was doing a house clearance for someone, and cleaning the house.
Nice piece of black granite here. Don’t think we’ll throw that out. Fits nicely on top of the cooker where I do food prep.
And yesterday, out for my evening stroll, I noticed an interesting mirror by the bins. I debated whether to take it home first before someone else nabbed it but instead legged it round the block and, it was still there.
It. Was. Heavy. Like the chair, I dropped it in the hallway for Partner to collect.
‘Oh, I saw that,’ he said, ‘when I was out with Tosca/Snowy.’
‘Well, why didn’t you get it?’
But he went downstairs and brought it up.
‘Oh. It’s quite nice.’
I’d like to put it in the bathroom where we have the worst mirror ever. But it won’t fit in terms of space and really it needs to go on a tallboy. Which, we have at the finca.
I suppose we don’t technically need it. But it seemed a waste to leave it lonely and forlorn on the street.
Yes, the mirror needs a clean, and that is not my forte. The strange Chinese warriors came from a neighbour when he got sick of his Chinese phase. The table …
Meanwhile, this morning Partner was traipsing down the town for something or other.
The chief minister wandered out of a pharmacy with his kid in a pushchair and nearly knocked someone over.
‘Morning Fabian,’ she said.
Surreal. A chief minister with no security at all, and addressed by someone on first name terms.
I can’t quite imagine ‘Morning Teresa’ or ‘Morning Donald’ as they do something as mundane as going to a pharmacy at 9am.
And no. I am so not going to write about Trump. Or the people who voted for him. And endorsed misogyny, racism, homophobia, xenophobia.
Some more evening walk pix: