A gift for the binmen

Walking up the street this morning on my once-daily dog walk, all the rubbish bins out ready for collection, I spotted something a little out of place.

A bottle of pink bubbly, placed on top of a bin, a thank you to our refuse collectors. Those key workers we all take for granted at the best of times and rely on utterly at the worst of times.

I got home, raided the fridge for some cans of cider and put them out on our bin, with a little note attached. It’s the least I could do at a time when so many of us are doing nothing at all, apart from catching up on all those jobs we’ve been putting off for years.

I didn’t sleep well last night after hearing the news that our prime minister is in intensive care after his coronavirus symptoms have worsened. I’m not a Boris fan, and I didn’t vote for him, but it’s a terrible situation for the country, as well as for his family.

I thought momentarily, almost blasphemously, that if he comes out the other side he will be invincible, a Winston Churchill for a post Covid-19 age and be in power as long as Putin. I rapidly banished these conspiracy theory thoughts to focus on the fact that our country, our world, is in crisis, and our leader is in St Thomas’ Hospital, struck down by a virus that looks like the Clangers planet but has the destroying power of the Death Star.

Get well soon, Boris, your country needs you.

Meanwhile, in other news, I’ve been challenged by three Facebook friends to post a picture of myself to demonstrate that women are supportive and not critical of one another’s looks.

It’s a nice thought, and thank you for asking me, lovely ladies, but I avoid chain requests like the coronavirus, especially where selfies are concerned.

What Facebook needs now is wall-to-wall pictures of all of us with our families and friends having fun, before we forget what that looks like.

Here’s one of mine.

Now you’ll understand why I don’t do selfies.

That’s about it.

Love Maddie x

By Maddie Grigg

Maddie Grigg is the pen name of former local newspaper editor Margery Hookings. Expect reflections on rural life, community, landscape, underdogs, heritage and folklore. And fun.

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