Easier said than done

So, giving old clothes to charity wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be – apparently nothing has been in the past few days! After three wrong addresses, one trip to the Devil’s Triangle of my city (a massive black hole of one way streets and bus lanes where you can’t do anything but get lost) and an almost car crash, I managed to do my daily good deed. All of this while my granny was calling me on the phone because she has house-heating-induced anxiety, which means that her boiler works perfectly, but for some weird reason she’s convinced it breaks and readjusts all by itself several times a day.

But it feels good to have a room free from bags of old rugs – and for a good cause!

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