More rubbish, a garden party & a great hairy hound

I had another week involving rubbish, recycling (or is it called ‘upcycling’) too for that matter. Although at least this time I didn’t have to actually climb inside the rubbish bin

Scribblings on my calendar, ribbon, never mind the wrinkles and ‘tea Mr Shifter?’

I have a calendar on the wall next to my ‘work station’…is that still a thing or has the PC world changed that expression to something less authoritarian? Anyway, my calendar has 2″ boxes for each day so plenty of room to put my reminders, appointments and aide memoires; I also have a paper diary and tucked in my iPhone case, slips of paper with lists of things I mustn’t forget; ‘piece of ribbon’ is one of the important items on my list.

Theatre, fake news & probably best our loos can’t speak

Theatre. It takes you away from your world into a whole new place where the every-day you is put to one side to allow the other ‘you’ some freedom of expression.

The smoke screen that is GDPR , a parking fine & strange particles in the sea

Thank goodness the whole GDPR thing is over…or is it? I’m convinced the whole thing was a smoke screen to entrap more people and gather even more information by stealth