How I spend my time

And just as mysteriously, when I get out of the shower, my finger is better. No complaints there.

Waiting for GrandDaughter1 to arrive for our day I decide to clean out the kitchen cutlery drawer. I seem to acquire cutlery. From Uncle, from the apartment, from children from when they were in university. As a result it's a real mish-mash, and I have enough to cater for a regiment. Husband and I both have our favourites, of course.

I'm a fan of the cream-handled old knives. I assume they're not made with ivory any more! I even bought a load from a car boot sale so fond am I of them.

And I was on the verge of dropping these (below) in the bin when a little voice said, "You might regret it one day."

I stopped, returned them to the counter and took a photo - always thinking about blogging. Realistically they've been gathering dust in the back of the drawer for years. The likelihood of discovering I need one of them is minute. So I will definitely throw them away. Now in a minute.

But these will definitely go. First into the dishwasher then to a charity shop.

It will create a lot more space in the drawer but a little pain in my heart.

P.S. I've just remembered what the thing that looks like the top of a hot water bottle stopped is, and I mustn't throw it. It's for pulling light bulbs out of inset fittings. I think. Something like that. It can, however, come out of the cutlery drawer and go in Husband's Man Tin.