I have had a Very Good day.
Lots achieved - more items left the house than entered, which is my definition of recycling .
My items offered on Freecycle were collected by a lovely elderly (i.e.older than me) lady who came, having given me a run down on the weather forecast, on her bike, a distance of several miles. She is the site's resident magpie who kindly hoovers up most things which go unrequested by others, and, as such, is a blessing to those of us who seek rapid disposal.
She looked a bit like NS's Michelin Man, a tiny yet ebullient soul who clearly enjoys a doorstep chat, regardless of the weather. I often wonder what she does with the variety of 'tut' she collects.
My Balmoral Silver Cross has also departed for a new life. It was so funny. The pram, which I had always negotiated from the front porch, down the steps and onto the drive - more often with baby, child strapped on top and a tray underneath full of shopping in the rain - was collected by two strapping chaps. One pushed, the other took up position at the front, clutched the hood steering, and they both went off to the van as a team🤷♀️.
I have been half watching Call my Bluff from 1975.
A youthful Joan Bakewell and earnest young Noel Edmonds.
They all spoke so beautifully my DM would wistfully sigh when Golden Oldies were broadcast.