Saturday, 13 May 2017
Out For A Duck
Paul took me out this morning, we went to the local tip (or recycling centre if you like). I did the cardboard and left Paul to do the rest.
Stop! That’s the wrong mop. He was just about to ditch Kat’s new, bright red mop. He had picked up the wrong one. Phew, it was a close thing. We almost came to blows yesterday trying to hang the new vertical blinds in Kat’s flat. Thankfully most of the work is done now, just a quick visit Monday morning for a final tidy up and hand the keys over to the Property Management company.
There was a lot of activity in town; the Calne Duck Race is on today, three thousand plastic ducks will race down the River Marden this morning. It’s a very popular event but I can’t summon the enthusiasm to join in the fun. I would probably end up falling in the river.
The ferry tickets are booked! We sail from Portsmouth to Caen on Monday night and should be back ‘home’ by Tuesday teatime. I hope there are still some strawberries left to pick.