A day under thick cloud, made even more depressing by Trump blaming Ukraine and President Zelenskyy for the war on Ukraine. After his chat with Putin he seems to have become his mouthpiece. He's notorious for his provocative remarks but far from pushing people to think hard, openly echoing Russian propaganda will undermine the struggle for justice and truth. It's deeply disturbing.
I woke up and posted today's Morning Prayer YouTube link to WhatsApp just before 'Thought for the Day' and was up at eight getting breakfast ready. Clare went off to a hospital appointment afterwards. Due to its timing I couldn't take her without rescheduling the rest of my morning. Before leaving for the Eucharist at St Catherine's I recorded next week's Morning Prayer audio, avoiding the noise of bin lorries collecting rubbish from the street. When I went out and put the bin away, I found we'd received a new blue plastic bucket container (aka caddy) with durable red and blue 'bags for life'. In recent months these have been issued in our district, street by street. The bags oblige users to separate materials for recycling. But no explanation has been given, no leaflet through the door.
Googling Council re-cycling page told me about a 10,000 home trial run, and now the scheme is being rolled out across the city on the basis of what was learned. I had to google some more to establish what is meant to go in each container. The blue caddy is for bottles, the blue sack is for paper products, and red sack for plastic and metal containers. Flimsy green plastic recycling sacks have been discontinued, which is just as well, since they would split easily when overloaded. If any unwashed food container was put in a sack, gulls would visit, split open the bags and scatter the content over the street, aided by the wind. So this is an improvement.
There were only six of us at St Catherine's this morning, plus baby Sebastian, who gave me a huge grin when I turned around to make eyes at him and smile as I regularly do at Wednesday Mass. I collected this week's veggie bag on my way home, then took the car over the N G Motors in Splott to have a new offside wing mirror fitted, as I lost one a few days ago. The drive there was nerve wracking, it made me realise how much I rely on my nearside mirror, for parking and overtaking. The rear view mirror on its own doesn't give an adequate field of view, as back seat headrests partly obscure the view adding to blind spots each side.
Having entrusted the car to Phil our favourite VW expert, I walked back to Newport Road and caught a bus to the Kingsway and walked to the Holiday Inn Bus stop for a sixty one. If I'd stayed on the bus and got off at the Angel Hotel, I would have caught the sixty one which arrived as I was crossing Westgate Street. I ran the last fifty yards but the us pulled out as I drew level with it. Fortunately a sixty three bus bus pulled in minutes later, going up Cathedral Road and took me to the Halfway Hotel stop. I was home eating a late lunch by ten to two.
Before going out for a walk, I edited the audio recorded earlier. I didn't have far to go to meet my daily target, so I was only out for half an hour. Clare went out to a Canton Chorus community choir practice at Canton Uniting Church for a try-out session after supper. I busied myself for a couple of hours with making the video slide show of the recording made earlier, then watched an episode of 'Death in Paradise'. This episode involved three wronged women chefs conspiring to kill a rapist master chef. It's a curious coincidence that last night's episode of 'Astrid - Murders in Paris' was about three refugee women torture victims conspiring to murder their torturer years after they escaped and were given asylum, both stories echoing Agatha Christie's mystery 'Murder on the Orient Express' I think. Well, there's nothing new under the sun, as the saying goes.
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