Victoria Street end of the canal.

The Feast Day of St. John Chrysostom.
The weather has a very Autumnal note to it and the multi coloured leaves are making a crunchy carpet on some of the pavements. It is 19c indoors and feels very much colder outside.
Arthur is sleeping.
The drying cycle is very noisy but it is doing a vital job.
The wheelie bin has been emptied and I brought it back to join the Royal blue bin for glass and tins and the brown bin that we put paper and card into for recycling. Ever grateful for this wonderful efficient service. The bins have to be stored in a very confined space in the small narrow garden, and it is a task and a half steering the grey bin through our gate. It teaches me perseverance if nothing else. Tomorrow Paul is going to be 66, God bless him. I can never thank him enough for all he is doing to keep our family provided for. He is so unselfish and has given up many things, as have I, to keep going in these testing times.
Keep safe and well blip friends.
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