bin day

I’ve slept late this morning.

No nightmares last night.

So, what does the day hold?

It’s bin day.

That’s all right. I put the bin out last night.

It’s completely full, because I was ruthless yesterday.

I cleared hundreds of things out of my box, and threw them all away.

But hang on a minute.

That key that I threw out.

I thought, if it doesn’t unlock anything, there’s no point in keeping it.

I tried it in all the doors, and it didn’t lock them, or unlock them.

So I threw it in the bin.

But what if it’s not the locking kind of key. What if it WINDS something?

Quick quick, get everything out before the Refuse Collection Operatives arrive.

Just in the nick of time!

The key was right at the bottom.

This jumper has gone funny because I washed it too hot.

But it’s still quite cosy, and it reminds me of being at school with my friends.

That isn’t a real umbrella, and it’s broken, so I threw it out because it will never be any use for anything.

But there are two amazing things about it. And I could try to glue it back together.

I could mend this angel, too.

I’ll put aside the things that can be mended. It’s just lazy to throw them out.

Now I don’t need to put the bin out , because there’s nothing in it.

That’s saved me a job.

Just as well I got to the bin before the Refuse people did.

I was in such a rush to find the key, that I didn’t do my early-morning yoga.

Now I’m all stiff.

I wrote to Georgina the yoga rabbit about the Warrior Pose.

I explained that I’m a pacifist.

Georgina wrote back and said I should think of being an ECO warrior, like Greta Thunberg.

Eco warriors have to be strong, to fight against pollution and destruction of the environment, and also bendy, to adapt to the new green way of life.

That’s reasonable.

Better get dressed now, and phone the hospital.

But first I’ll tell you why Ruffy hasn’t been reporting on Bimbo’s condition.

He and Points went to Hyde Park for the big protest on Wednesday.

They hitched there. A kind lorry driver gave them a lift.

The demo was bigger than they’d expected.

In all the jostle, Ruffy dropped his phone and couldn’t find it again.

They marched to Parliament Square.

It was very crowded, and Ruffy and Points got split up.

They were searching for each other till nearly everyone had left.

By then it was too late to hitch home, so they slept by the statue of Nelson Mandela.

We’re all proud that they went to protest. I wish I could have gone.

I hope they haven’t caught the virus.

They did wear masks, but they couldn’t avoid being close to people.

So that’s why Ruffy hasn’t been phoning the hospital.

I’ve phoned now, and here’s some good news.

Bimbo is well enough to go home today. I wasn’t expecting that.

They’d been worrying because his skin is so grey, and his arms are blue.

They hadn’t realised that that’s normal for Bimbo.

He’s managing fine without extra oxygen.

So Patient Transport will take him home.

I asked, can’t his friends go round and help cook meals and things?

But the nurse said no, he’ll do fine on his own.

I hope she’s right.

I’ll make him some welcome-home bunting, and ask Ruffy to take it round when he drops off Bimbo’s shopping.

I need to work hard on improving my triangulation, because we must get that Zoom Ensemble together soon.

That will really cheer Bimbo up.

(Sorry, if you’re reading in the email you can’t hear the music – you’ll have to listen on the website)

I’m working on my pure silvery tone.

I’m helping to organise the Ensemble.

I’m not very musical, but I’m tidying all the instruments on to one neat page, which I feel is helpful.

Now I’ll check on the bean.

No change. But I’m cautiously optimistic.

Then I’d better try that key out on some windable things.

It’s sure to fit something.

I’m glad I didn’t throw it out.

And I’m very very glad that Bimbo is better.