psmv5: Trolleys 849, 850 and 851

This being a record of the trolleys captured in the margins of a failed visit to the hospital. Failed in the sense that I turned up to an appointment which existed, but there was no paperwork and so no test. Probably a clerical error on my part - but, living where we do, no big deal to take the hospital in on my morning walk. One might get a bit crosser if one lived out in the country, miles from anywhere.

On the way, this numbered and apparently leaking water meter, one of a small number of such numbers which have appeared recently - including one outside our own house. I have not yet investigated whether it is the serial number of the meter or anything like that. But I do wonder if Thames Water is making a performance of being very visible, with the idea being to try and shore up their public image.

The unusual route meant an unusual capture, a small Waitrose trolley behind what used to be the Spread Eagle, now rather gone down in the world.

Followed up by a medium small M&S trolley from the corner of the car park underneath Hudson House. Complete with standard issue rat trap behind the far back wheel.

Which found a medium sized friend on the way over to M&S. Near enough in size that they could be pushed together for pushing.

Leaving M&S, I was able to admire the row of indoor market stalls which had been installed there. Fairly basic, with just a litter bin and a not very comfortable looking chair. Although I suppose that if you want to attract custom, you really need to stand up. And maybe they can get electric power down from the ceiling or up from the floor.

And so to ProCook to inquire about gravy separators, as advertised at reference 2. Rather to my surprise they had one. A rather cheaply made thing from China, but it will do for a start. In the snap above, some fat has got into the spout.which is not the idea at all - so maybe one needs to do several passes - taking out half the fat on each pass.

Out the back of the Ashley Centre, to find the gas men at it. At least a gas hole, no men to be seen. Presumably what you put on the end of your new gas main when you shove it down the hole made by your mole, or possibly down through the old iron pipe.

The hole.

Home over the hill to a spot of lunch. In the course of which I discovered that frying half tomatoes in a little oil is not that different to grilling them, having dribbled a little oil on top. With the advantage that one only has the frying pan to wash up, quite a lot less work than the grill pan.

On the second circuit, this Sainsbury's trolley in the Kokoro passage. Took the town by-pass, that is to say the passage which runs between the railway line and the back of the Ebbisham Centre, to East Street and from there to Sainsbury's at Kiln Lane.

Back via Middle Lane and the Screwfix passage, where I was able to catch up with the whitebeam.

I passed another trolley from Sainsbury's in the passage, but I must have been a bit tired, as I fancied neither going back to Sainsbury's with it nor taking it home for safe keeping. I didn't even think to push it into a space in the bushes, where it would likely have kept for another day.