So I had sorted these things out ready to put in the car. There was some scruffy stuff for the clothes bank, some for the charity shop and two nice coats of Adrian’s that I will try and sell in the second hand shop. There was also a full shredder I left on the stairs to go up when I remembered. During the night Bertie caught a mouse, brought it in and then played with it, chasing the poor thing amongst these coats, tipping over the shredding, making a proper mess and finally disposing of his prize on the top landing. No-one’s fault but my own. The coats are now in the car.
Groovy Word of the day: frolic