7th January. A Load of Rubbish.

Filled up the trailer with half a ton of detritus from the driveway. In the long run it's better if I set a new stern example by being ruthless with clutter. Normally things are put aside for 'the future' to be thrown out two or three years later. By that time they are sufficiently rotted or rusted to be of any conceivable use.

Amongst today's scrap was the remains of the unmotorised treadmill machine which was recently doing double-duty as a perch for robins and hens. It's original capacity to provide cardiovascular exercise had been heavily outweighed by it's unique ability to cause Isabelle a herniated disc between L4 and L5.

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