My lucky day

Hey, look at this, I have flowers, lots of them, aren't I lucky. Somebody must love me :o)) In keeping with my keen eye for spotting a recycling and reusing opportunity, I came across these pretty artificial flowers in a rubbish bin, as I was walking through the churchyard. Oh dear, isn't it a shame that people throw things away when they still have a bit of life left in them. Well I couldn't just leave them there, could I. 

People are throwing Christmas wreaths away at this time of the year, but how silly when they could be saved and brought out again in December. The totally artificial ones could be made to last three or four years, if the weather hasn't battered them too much during the month they spend outdoors. But no, people round here bin them and buy new again next Christmas. This one, on the right, cost £5 from a garden centre. I have stripped the mushrooms, ribbon, baubles, and stars from it, and will use them, along with the flowers, to add a touch of colour to my own garden. I love free stuff. 

Another lucky surprise, I received two bags in the post this morning, a lovely gift from a lovely reader. Thank you very much. These have been crocheted by Patricia's dear mother, aren't they fab. A handy size peg bag.  

And a pretty pink bag which will come in very handy indeed. I am chuffed, thank you.

As I write this we are again being battered by storms. I can see the rain heavy clouds scooting across the sky at a rate of knots, dropping their deluge as they go. I'm glad I popped to town yesterday, because today it's horrible outside. I am listening to the five o clock news and again the people in the south are suffering the most. All we can do is sit it out, take each day as it comes.

We thought we had found a new home for George, someone saw him on our web page, and made an appointment to come and meet him. He sounded a very nice man, a retired couple living in a quiet area. Unfortunately he hadn't realised that they live 60 miles away, so a 120 mile round trip. Not really practical, because they were going to base their decision on whether George took to them or not. They might have had a wasted trip. Hopefully they will find a cat from a rescue much closer to where they live. Never mind, someone else will come along. I'm just off upstairs to sit with him now, I'll take my can of cider with me. Have a nice weekend. Toodle pip.