Trapped!

 Sunday. 8.20 a.m. I've been cleaning up my kitchen. I have got rid of a lot of bottles and glass items. They went to the bin store for removal by the dustman, which will probably be next Tuesday, which is bin day in Oldbrook. Then I attacked my fridge (not literally, you understand. I'm not that crazy.) Some food was well past it's 'sell-by' date, so it went in a black bin bag. I decided to put it out this morning, so it was tied up, and I carried it to the bin store. You have to go through an inner door which opens into the corridor and through an outer room and then unlock an outer door which is bolted shut most of the time. I went through this door and put the bag in the rubbish container, but then there was a gust of wind and the outer door slammed shut, leaving me outside in the yard and no way to get back in. I did try the door several times, but no luck. I did attempt to climb out over the padlocked gate and into the road, but it was impossible, even if I tried to climb on a wheely bin. Eventually, I saw one of the Dexter House residents passing by the gate, and he came round through Dexter House and let me in. Not a nice experience. I really don't want to repeat it. I don't like being shut in. I'm not good in small spaces, and this was such a situation. I really don't intend to repeat it if I can help it.

Monday. 2.30 a.m. We had a violent rainstorm earlier this morning, but it went over quickly and as I write this, it's bright and sunny.

Wednesday. 7.25 a.m. It's relatively mild this morning. A red sky when I took a very sleepy Alfie out at around 6.45. Do you know what they say about a red sky? Or, at least you should: 'red sky at night, shepherd's delight. Red sky in the morning, shepherd's warning!' It must be more or less right, because Carol Kirkwood, the weather presenter on BBC Breakfast this morning, was saying there was a possibility of rain sometime today. Let's wait and see.

10.25 a.m. I have just been to Lidl. One or two things were needed, which included dog food. Alfie would not have thanked me if he didn't get his dinner/ It was raining heavily, so the above would prove to be true.

Friday. 7.00 a.m. It's foggy this morning, which was something of a surprise. It should disperse as the day progresses.

Saturday. 7.55 a.m. It's sunny and bright as I write this, but earlier, when I took Alfie out, it was chilly with a light frost on the grass.