tip run

 Since finishing at work and rehoming the best part of a decade of office based tat that i managed to accumulate.... when i say "tat" i am referring to the usual desk toys that you end up with....

items retrieved:

• A "this is fine" plush doll.
• A hydroponic kitchen garden.
• A dog crate.
• Some special paint.
• Assorted dog toys.
• A blue plastic nose flute.
• Screws, nails, bits of hardware that fell off stuff but you hung onto them in case you find something in desperate need of a bit of plastic that fell off a while ago.

You get the idea.

And so, having inherited a load of old office tat... i.e. new house tat..... something has to give, and to that end....

Since being at home more and spending more time "looking for work" (i am not playing "forge of empires" ten hours a day, honest), i've rescued the corner of our bedroom that i once called an office, and have decided it's time to swap my old computer chair for one of the two spare office chairs that reside in the "back room of doom".

So i duly chose the chair.... moved it upstairs to the office (it's bloody heavy, i can tell you that much) and i brought the old chair down with a view to wanging it unceremoniously in the garden, to die.

"let's have a quick trip down the tip" I offered to Dawn by way of midday amusement, and surprisingly, she accepted.  Took me ten minutes to remember my council login to check that the car was still registered with a "tip permit", and off we strode, on four wheels, down the tip.

Fifteen minutes to get there.  Twenty minutes queueing to get in.  Twenty seconds to junk the dismantled chair and a knackered old microwave. Twenty minutes drive home.

Now, call me a cynic, but THIS.... THIS is why people go fly-tipping, innit?

Over an hour to chuck some shit in a skip?

The feeling of satisfaction and a job well done was .... minor.

Here's an example of "office tat" that i retrieved.  A one eyed teddy bear that was rescued from a nearby street.  We always suspected that this thing was a corporate nanny-cam, and whenever we had anything confidential to discuss we'd turn this thing to face the wall.