18th July 2019
I did my good deed for the day by saving a family of ducks that had miraculously crossed the road, and who were trying to get back.
It was a tragedy waiting to happen, so with no thought of our own safety, Kelli sent ME to make sure they made it safely.
I waved the traffic down until the mother and chicks had crossed back. I felt quite emotional at the end.
I then got back to business by cutting, sanding, staining and oiling various pieces for our backlog.
Kelli proudly announced that she had found a dog poo composter on Marketplace. We had talked about getting something to deal with the doggie issue, but I didn’t think it would happen so quickly.
Our new habit of composting has meant that we were able to downsize our wheelie bin from two dead body size, down to a wrinkly old grandma size, which is quite considerable.
We had arranged to meet at a car park outside Family Fare, which is a favourite place for anyone with stuff to trade. Cars would park, others would pull up, doors would open, stuff and money would be exchanged, and then they leave. The police are not bothered that a pair of turquoise pants, which should be illegal, are flaunted in full view of the public, and no action taken, well it’s beyond me!
Our lady arrived, and showed us the doggie composter. I asked her how long it took to train her dog to use it. Skipping over that remark, she told us they had never assembled it, and kept it so long that their dog eventually died.
When I assembled it I was shocked to see how big it was. It was nearly the same size as our wheelie bin, so you could stuff an old granny in that as well.
Another Lifetime to go 