New Drawers.

Contrary to what some UK readers might think today's title does not refer to new underwear but to the new pull-out drawers that I fitted in a kitchen cupboard. After mentioning how awkward those deep base cupboards are the other day with things getting lost at the back it hit me that we already have pull out drawers under the hob and that it might be possible to get some for the cupboard in question. Sure enough I found some on-line though with that cupboard being 60cms wide my choice was limited. Most had wire bases which are great for saucepans as you can stand the lids up in the gaps but I found one place which had pull-out drawers with solid bases. Yes they were expensive but as we get older it gets harder to bend down and the drawers make it a lot easier to reach things. The instructions were a bit basic, along the lines of -screw the runners to the sides of the cupboard then fit the tray, but it wasn't too hard to work out. I could have done with some guidance on the positioning of the runners as when I finished I found that the drawers tapped against the back of the cupboard on closing. Less than 1cm further forward would have been fine. I thought about it for a while and then decided that while I had all the tools to hand I might as well do the job properly and did it again moving the trays forward an inch. Just getting the runners in level was fiddly as was putting back the cupboard door which I'd had to take off in order to slide out the existing shelf. I'm quite pleased with myself for getting that job done. All that twisting and bending did set off the pain in my ribs (costochondritis) so I abandoned my plan to do the ironing afterwards and had a rest instead.

There was a slight hint of blue in the sky this morning but for the most part it has been grey and a bit chilly. 

This morning I walked down to the hall for the Charities Fair, the one that was cancelled due to the bad weather at Christmas. I look for things to buy but some of the stalls had raffles or a tombola which don't interest me. I did get; a new gift set of lip balms which are always useful at this time of the year, some learn Welsh cartoon books and this glass eagle which fits with my clear glass collection and also could be one of the eagles from LOTR. I chatted to a lot of people I knew many of whom had read the post I put on the village FB page offering the tins and dry cat food we no longer need. 

And then this coincidence. There are nearly 70 million people in the UK and only just over a thousand living in Borth yet somebody I know from the community gardens is good friends with Sarah our next door neighbour when we lived in Devon. Mary used to work on her mother's farm, knows Sarah from childhood, has visited Sarah at the stables and thus knows our old house too.

On the way back from the hall I went for a walk along the beach. The tide was in so I walked on the stones along the tideline. By the time I reached the end of the beach I had a large stone in one pocket, an egg shaped piece of wood a bit smaller than an ostrich egg which from the colour might have come from the submerged forest (that would make it a few thousand years old) in one hand and a delicate shell in the other. That is what happens when I go waking on the beach.