Tidying out the bike shed has been our Easter Sunday task. I’m toying with the idea of getting a bike When I Retire, and there needs to be room to store it. We borrowed a red bin from a neighbour and filled that, as well as our own, with all kinds of unnecessary rubbish. I’ve put a couple of dozen plastic plant pots aside for a local community garden, and Stephen made a rack where bamboo stakes can be stored. We unearthed our two old sand chairs, and decided we were unlikely to ever use these again. They’ve seen quite a few outdoor concerts and folk festivals, but we prefer a higher seat these days. The chairs were dusty and rusty but perfectly serviceable, so I put them out on the roadside hoping someone would adopt them.
They’ve been out there for four hours, and no-one has shown any interest. I’ll leave them for another day or so, then if no-one wants them I may have to see if they can fit into a red bin.
“It seems as though there’s no-one cares
to give a home to our old chairs.”