An update - as this seems to have become my I Want to Die thread...
A big thank you btw, to all the people who have sent me messages of support - I have been able to ask for help in the real world thanks to the comments I've received here.
So, I don't want to die today. Yesterday I made a start on clearing the rubbish from my flat. I wasn't working Tuesday or Wednesday, but it took me til Thursday to get anything done. Ah never mind, at least I made a start.
Dana has incredibly kindly offered to help me this weekend - I have bitten her arm off. So if she seems to be avoiding my posts next week you'll know why.
I put two chairs out next to some rubbish yesterday afternoon. Within 40 minutes, in broad daylight, behind the wall that separates my flat from the pavement - they went! I was going to put my dining chairs out this morning in the hope of the same result but sadly it's raining and I think that wet chairs won't appeal to the scavengers as much.
I'm still shaking my head over it now. I was perfectly happy about it - I was disposing of them anyway, it's just the sheer effrontery. Funnily enough, I used to remark on the fact I had never seen people walking down the street with a chair until I moved to Leicester. I always assumed they were walking to a family event and bringing their own seating. Now I wonder if all of them were rubbish pickers instead.
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