May 26th, 2019
Due to the mad policy of Argyll and Bute Council for refuse collection where we only get one general bin every three weeks – our bin always weighs a ton, even though I perforce burn most of our refuse. We also have to drag the bin ourselves about quarter of a mile to where the paved road starts. I did this today in driving rain and howling wind – very difficult getting over all the ruts in the road and I can’t help thinking what a disgrace it is that we have to pay full council tax for our property when we get bugger all council services. No proper refuse collections, no street lighting, no paved road to the house. Considering that R and I have no children and we have private health care I’m not sure what we are paying taxes for at all – but we certainly pay a lot of them.
Anyway – rant over. On the way back I noticed a little lamb that had foolishly stuck his head through the fence and was caught by his horns. Unfortunately he was right up a steep bank, so I had to scramble up to get to him, getting my trousers wet and muddy in the process. I grabbed him (a bit easier with a lamb than a full grown sheep) and managed to bend the wire back enough to free him. Then I had to slide back down the bank getting even wetter and muddier in the process. The things we do for love.