I spent the first part of the morning in discussion with someone in St Albans with a chair to sell.
Yes it was a very, very good chair, but a fraction of a moment before midnight in terms of perfect.
Next option was to join in with my new local social group on a walk around Bedford Park, so I scampered off and caught them up before they had got very far. A very happy couple of hours in lovely surroundings with pleasant company and then we went our separate ways. I went off to explore an area I hadn't yet seen and just as I arrived I spotted Foster Hill Road Cemetery. 
Not so long ago ceridwen sent me a link to the Friends of FHRC blog-spot so I was already interested, and who should I encounter but the very Friends and bloggers. 
They were rosy with excitement about having a couple of blue plaques installed and so the best thing I could possibly do was go and take a wander rather than stand in the street attempting small-talk.
I wandered and wandered and wandered and it is a very lovely place which no doubt I will visit and blip frequently.
I don't yet know why it contains a purple skip full of dead armchairs and tyres, but I expect I will find all of that out later and be able to share that with you.
There are so many stories to be told.
I did notice a great many Italian, Polish and Irish family names among the English and realised it would be easy to imagine yourself in an American cemetery.