Trolley 532

The first of this pair of trolleys was the Sainsbury's trolley, a long way from home, picked up on West Hill, having moved a few yards down the hill from where I had first spotted it, a few days previously. By now feeling energetic enough to take it home.

On into town where I noticed that the Turkish restaurant in the building which had been Café Rouge was consolidating its claim to its bit of space out front. What had started as a few pot plants has grown to full on planters and a roof. We have used the restaurant once and liked it well enough, but I can't see us clocking up as many visits as we paid to Café Rouge, our Epsom fine dining now being focussed on the Italian flavoured ASK.

On through town to the creationists' hall, where I picked up a second trolley from outside the smoking den, roughly fashioned out of a few sheets of plywood. Something of a contrast to the rest of the building, although to be fair, it is next to the dustbins and skips.

I wouldn't have walked two trolleys through town, but it is only a short step from the hall to Kiln Lane. A different proposition altogether.

I had not noticed these metal screens before, in front of the windows of Block No.2. Are they just a decorative feature? Do they screen the bedsits inside from the sun outside? Do they serve instead of curtains, to stop prying eyes? Are they supposed to stop people getting in or out through the windows?

While on the pavement we had a car from the Hauts de France - the newish name for the northernmost region of France - presumably a doting daddy bringing his darling daughter over for a spot of what passes for a finishing school these days? That is to say a Tier II art college.

I learn this morning that regions in France are rather more real than they are here in the UK, being a tier in the government structure. Odd that the French, for all their centralising tendencies are more advanced in the matter of devolution that we are. But then, after all their disasters of the last 150 years or so, they are not as smug as we are, readier to contemplate changing things for the better. See reference 2.

And so to the stacks outside the main entrance to the Sainsbury's at Kiln Lane. The small stack line was empty when I got there, so my two trolleys were quickly grabbed by grateful ladies. Maybe this dearth of small trolleys, affecting Waitrose and M&S too, is all to do with people doing less shopping, pulling in their horns against the probably tough winter to come. Rationing by size of trolley. Which won't please China too much either, as all these rationing shoppers won't be buying so much of all the stuff that they make either. Maybe they will have a quiet word in Putin's ear.

Carrying on around the Blenheim Road circuit, I pulled this small strimmer out of a hedge. Maybe BH would like to have a small strimmer for odd jobs? And if that didn't work, there was a useful length of plugged, three-core flex. As it turned out, the strimmer string was missing and the motor did not turn, even when I changed the fuse. But at least the useful length of flex has now joined the other oddments of same, in the roof of the garage.

PS 1: the snap of the car includes some more tricky bits for my vision computer to chew on? Would it be able to reconstruct much of the building from its reflection in the back window of the car? Would it know that it was a reflection and not some arty decorative feature of the car? A clever paint job?

PS 2: furthermore, something odd happens when you page up and down in the vicinity of the metal screens above. A flickering rather than a smooth slide. Something else to puzzle about, although is presumably the result of some odd interaction between the size of the mesh, the number of pixels and the speed of movement.

Reference 1: https://psmv5.blogspot.com/2022/09/trolley-531.html.

Reference 2: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Regions_of_France.

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