|'Look on the bright side'|
D'you ever have one of those days? We had to go into Welshpool yesterday. O/H wanted a new tin of paint to repaint his concrete mixer. Well actually, he'd only bought a new half litre tin of bright orange a few days earlier. Puts the tin down on his work bench and comes in for a cup of tea and a sandwich. Unfortunately the exact place where he put the tin, had a nail sticking up. The nail pierces the base of the tin and by the time he came to do his painting, the entire contents had detached itself from it's container, run down the leg of the work bench and was one sticky, gungey mess all over the floor of the garage. Guess who helped him clear it all up.
We called at the recycling centre on the way in. A woman was emptying a load of grass cuttings into the compost skip. She was very quick. When she had finished she shoved the round, expandable/collapse-able containers into the boot of her car, tapped the lid down and we followed her at a short distance towards the town centre. It was apparent when she had gone through the gate that the lid had not secured properly. As she got nearer into town, the boot was flapping up and down like a demented seagull. Even though O/H tried to attract her attention, the dear lady obviously had more pressing things on her mind and kept going. She just got on to the fairly busy roundabout by Tesco's when the lid shot open and the two bins bounced out boing, boing across the road like a couple of exuberant Magic Roundabout Zebedees. Fortunately (or unfortunately, which ever way you look at it), a police car followed her round the island. Thankfully, there were no collisions and nobody hurt ...... but can't life sometimes just be a bitch?