Skip on the drive

I could have called it “Skip for my loo” as that’s what it’s for.

The doorbell rang at 8.30 am and it was the man with the skip for my bathroom. I hadn’t been told that it was coming today so it was a surprise.

A day of packing up stuff to take to F’s as he’s putting me up (or putting up with me) until it’s finished. As I only have one bathroom it would be very awkward to stay.