Yesterday the flower. Today the bean. The last of the runners.
After a while even a hoarder like me takes pleasure in disposing of the unused and the unnecessary. The worst sort of stuff that you don't really need is electronic stuff. Lying idle hi-fi equipment is particularly upsetting seeming to reproach you for ignoring it. So it is with some pleasure that I dismantle redundant tape deck, CD player, amplifier and radio and make it ready for collection by The British Heart Foundation who will find a good home for them.
Impressed by the short, short stories which the mysterious Karl Sulac posts in his blog white-hyphen, I am planning to do something of the sort with a supplementary blog to this one which will be called One fine day. Here's my first story:
When at last they embraced she melted in his arms. He could not hide his disappointment. But he pulled himself together. After a shower and change of clothes he went out once again in search of romance. Next time, he thought, I will find a woman made of material tougher and more enduring than wax.