Tipping Point

Today it was off to the tip, to get rid of the eleventy billion tons of scrap metal, left over from removing the wheelchair lift [as well as an old sofa, while we were going there]. Because Herman is so tall, we couldnae go to the normal everyday folks’ tip, as they all have a height barrier. So, instead we had to go to the Longley Lane Recycling Centre instead, which caters for big commercial waste trucks. Herman had to go on a weighbridge on the way in and out, which was terrifically exciting for the boy, as it made him feel like a proper grown-up waggon.

Unfortunately I forgot to take my phone with me, so was unable to get any cool snaps of Herman surrounded by giant bulldozers and mountains of rubbish. But the memory [and stench!] will live on in my mind for a long time.