The eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month. There was a ceremony on the village green. Then to the club for the Coffee Morning.
After lunch I went to the Industrial Estate to do a spot of picking. My one red bag and two carrier bags of glass bottles look a little lonely and lost on the newly cleared space next to the bin. I have sprayed that bag with some cheap hand sanitizer in the hope that the smell will deter any small animals which attempt to break into it. 4.30pm and it is getting dark. Time to go home.
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