I Did Not Want This

This morning, I opened the kitchen door and saw a dead pigeon, completely dead and right there in front of me. I did not approve of this at all. I'm sure that the pigeon wasn't keen either, but whatever was in the pigeon had gone off to join the choir invisible and I was left with the remains. I had a full body cringe just thinking about it.

I was so unimpressed. I absolutely did not want to touch the remains, but I couldn't leave it just outside the door! I called bear for moral support (he was less enthusiastic than I was) and got the poor bird's remains onto a dustpan, then I dumped it into a black bag that I had put in a bucket, to make it easier to fill. I tied it tightly and then bear put the remains in the wheelie bin. I didn't want to put it loose in the bin as I thought that it may attract yeurk and the bin won't be collected for another week. 

In other news, I've been trying to move more. I washed some bedding, sorted some stuff and generally pottered. I'm looking at ways to make things easier for myself. In another instalment of the inexpensive bag saga, I bought a smaller bag that will be lighter for me to carry and cause less issues for my hip and back.

I got a small coin purse to go in it because my normal wallet is huge. It's big enough to take the coin purse, the shopping list notebook, nail scissors and my phone. I can probably add all sorts of bits, but I'm currently not bothering. It's light, easy to use and I can work with it. I need to adapt things to work with how I am now. 

Bear spent an hour clearing stuff in the garden. He worked brilliantly, but managed to slice his finger with the secateurs and I was able to make use of his expedition's first aid kit. He had something of a fight with the gooseberry bushes. I realised today that babies are apparently left under plants that are full of vicious, long, sharp spikes. It makes me question the stork's judgement.

Writing stuff - Today's instalment from the White Hart is here. 

Hugs and good health to all.