So I signed up with Freecycle yesterday and decided to submit the 4-wheeled shopping trolley as a test run on the list of Items Offered. A remnant of my London life, when most weekends I would trundle along with it to Sainsbury's in Balham, it's been cluttering up my porch since I moved in here. Online shopping rules these days chez moi.
Two email replies offering the trolley a home. Both sound nice, sane, non-psychopathic. I pick the first one and he says he will collect this morning. I'm in the front garden when he pulls up in the car with the family, a wife and two young girls. He levers himself slowly out of the driver's seat. Stocky, fifty-ish, a local accent, he walks with difficulty, using a cane. He's been very ill he tells me and the doctor has told him to begin taking gentle exercise. He reckons walking to the local shops would be a good start but he can't carry anything. The trolley is just what he needs.
I hand it over. I've spent the rest of the day feeling enormously gratified. Liberated even. Next on the list, the cat basket.