Meet my new Garden Helper. She hasn’t quite worked out that green waste goes directly into the brown bin….

I must admit that was just about beyond me today. Should it go in the green or brown bin, the recycling containers or the compost heap….. I’m clueless today. Lack of sleep and the second vaccine doesn’t help. So today was a struggle. Trying to stay awake, trying to think, trying to work, trying to be a parent. Today was hard work. Very few smiles. A survival far.

But at 12.40am I’m still here. I’ve not burnt the house down. Not crashed the car. Ok I did drop the mobile and cracked the screen. But I got through the day. Now tomorrow is almost here. New start. New hope. Another chance.

Maybe me and that cow can even figure out the recycling ……

38 thoughts on “Recycling

  1. I’d be tempted to call her Bramble, for the white streak on her head looks like a bramble branch. Her धेनु “Dhenu”/”Cow” 🐄 name could be “Mooly” or “Winnie the Moo”, yet if only it was कामोद “Kaamod” meaning one who grants wishes. 🧙‍♀️ Then you could ask her politely to give you the ability to get a really good night sleep. Worth a try, don’t you think?

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      1. I got one of my grin smiles on now. I love the idea she has an identity to another sentient being, not just one of the crowd. 🐄🐄🐄 You’ll start naming the lot of them now me thinks. 🐄

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  2. I always try to remind myself that if the worst that happens to me in a day is the cracking of a phone screen, I’ve come out pretty well ❤ ❤ ❤ Still "Rant" away, you are really good at writing a good rant without making it seem like a rant. It's really hard though to remind ourselves how lucky we are sometime. Even though we are lucky, we can still get tired and exhausted ❤

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