17th March 2026
Somebody stole my recycling bin! Somebody…..stole…..my …… recycling……..bin!
I could not believe it. I had bags of stuff to recycle, I walked to the bottom of the garden, down the steps to the slope, and it was gone.
Now it has to be some low life that has nothing in their lives but to steal a blue bin when the council give them for free.
That made me mad, I now have bags of recycling to dispose of.
What happened to it? Not many people even use the slope, did someone recycle the recycling bin?
This is when I have doubts about the morality of some people. I was brought up to respect other people’s property, and I’m sure my parent would have drummed into me “Don’t steal others people’s recycling bin.”
I tackled a bit more of the undergrowth at the front of the property. Things I thought I had killed had sprouted in abundance, it was giving me the finger. A lot of it emanates from next door.
The lady that lives there, I call the ghost, has let her garden go to waste, the brambles now have taken over, and there is only a wooden fence that separate us. It is so bad that there is a wheelybin entangled in the brambles, I bet nobody would steal that.
This is a serious problem, a lot of my time is spent cutting back the tentacles that have scaled the fence. This needs a scorched earth solution, but like the brambles themselves it is deep rooted.
I will never drive a car into Bath again.
It was the evening where the ex herms get together for a wonderful Indian meal.
I drove in early, anticipating a parking issue. It was well founded, I drove around for ages, visited all of my usual haunts, but there was nothing. The city is changing, has changed. Large blocks have appeared that are slowly engulfing the beautiful city I grew up in.
Even Homebase, where I used to buy tools and diy materials has disappeared, I expect more boring blocks will appear soon.
In the end I succumbed to the car park at Avon Street, that in itself has changed from a multi story to a bomb site.
The Mint Room event is the highlight of my stay, my one reader was there, thanks Ann, you are a legend.
The evening was filled with good conversation and laughter, there is excitement hearing about new creative directions, and even normal things, I enjoy the company.
I had a feeling something was off and I couldn’t put my finger on it, maybe I was being ultra sensitive, or my frustration of not finding somewhere to park was still in my brain.
Everything changes, the way things resonate, alters, we each have our own vibrations, that is why we bond, it’s not chemistry, as I used to think, it our matching vibrations. I hope we, as a group never loose that.
Another Lifetime to go 