No pudding cloth required

I had my rolled oats for breakfast. Yum yum. I must remember to 'put my oats down' this evening again.

A lovely sunny day for our walk this morning. On this walk, I decided what to do about the ancient bamboo fence between us and the neighbours. I took the bit off that we can see, but there was still a huge swag along behind the shed, which they have to look at. Too much to get rid of in the recycling bins, so it would need to go to the city dump. And actually, we had quite a few half empty tins of paint needing safe disposal.

So, when I came back from the walk, I set to on the remaining fence, which had been put up before the shed, so I had to get at it on the neighbour's side. I was tugging away, unable to pull it out of the years of weeds growing round it. But the neighbour came out and gave one yank, and hey presto, it was on top of our shed. It just about fits in the car.

I then set to on the shed. What fun that was! There was a HUGE plastic container half full of bird seed. It was years old, and I had to dig it out. There were bags for charity shops, and in one bag, I found this fabulous pot. I hadn't seen it for ages. I'd forgotten about it, but look how fabulous it is. It must have been accidentaly popped in the charity shop bag... 

The car is loaded to the gunnels, ready for taking it away tomorrow. Though I still have to check out the back shed...

Enjoying Jack Irish at the moment. A complicated storyline, with lots of nasty people and violence and guns, but the three old regulars in the pub are a comic highlight, and feature multiple times in every episode. Good Aussie humour throughout, too.