A day off
Ed and I decided to take the day off today, partly because our youngest daughter was coming up from Swindon and wanted to call in on us before going on to Al’s.
Al rang up last night to thank me for the shortbread and said I could go any time if took little gifts like that… So today I made some flapjack and sent it down with Bex when she left here.
I was telling her about the odd pieces of furniture we have left – rejected by the Salvation Army – and she said,
“You want to use Freecycle.”
“What?”
“It’s on the internet and there are local branches all over the country. You just send an email detailing the stuff you want to get rid of, and people who want it come and pick it up.”
“You must be joking,” I said (not very originally). “Who would want this old rubbish?”
“You’d be surprised,” she said, with what passed for a mysterious look.
So she helped me to send details to the site.
To my astonishment, within two hours I had requests for three of the items, two of which will be picked up tomorrow.
So Bex was right. Doesn’t it make you sick when your husband AND your kids are always right?