This art nouveau mirror was just begging for a new home when I saw it at the recycling centre today. I gleefully handed over my £2. My first thought was to use it as a focal point in Becky's bedroom but it could be brightening up the stairs or hallway.

Yesterday, Me and 'him indoors' spent a couple of hours dismantling Becky's built in white wardrobe. As we approached the top of stairs with the first wood pile, Becky announced, 'Please can I have the white one back'. We looked from her to the neat stack of white wood, and then to each other.

'Show me which one', I managed. She pointed to the bedside dresser we had moved to the spare room. Then we breathed again.

Today, the sun being out, I hit the recycling centre. There was this Italian donkey that needed a home. I cannot turn my back on an italian donkey so for 50p it came home with me and I introduced it to the rest of my Italian collection. I would be made up if I found a donkey from Vietra, but that is another story.

I picked up a book for 50p at the local recycling centre, 'Beautiful Stranger' by Rod Mckuen. It slotted in just fine at home next to his other that I bought 35 years ago.

Apparently McKuen's work has never been taken seriously by the literary academy. I don't mind. Even if his poetry isn't technically correct it has a feel good factor about it, and that's all I need.

Before a tour of South Africa in the 1970s, McKuen demanded “mixed seating” among white and black concert-goers which remained for other performers. At 76, he is fast becoming my favourite defender of human rights.

I picked up this jump suit at the local recycling centre for £1. Made by Helena Young. I have no idea how it found it's way down to this part of the country. Helena is a freelance fashion designer at the Bureaux in London. It's the kind of item you either love or hate. It would suit a goth, punky look, hence Em is looking a little 'edgy' in it. I am still undecided about it's fate.

My daughter took me to the local Primark this week. Lots of tops from £2.50 to £5.00 so i picked some for other daughter. This is a dress Em bought for a party that night, £13. The jewellery was good too and a quantity made up a present for the Birthday Girl. I am unsure how I feel about Primark. It was an initiation into a jumble sale world with clothes thrown on the floor and queing to pay. In general I felt it was better than Matalan and you get a lot for your money. Time will tell how well these clothes last.

This morning on the computer I was talking to my Italian friend Luidgi.

I excused myself to top up my coffee.

'Doctor's orders, no coffee for me' Luidgi volunteered

I then explained my coffee wasn't 'proper'. It wasn't the black-as-year-old-motor-oil , continental variety.

On the subject of Doctor's, my youngest, who has trouble retaining information was very happy to inform me that, ' Doctor's have decided chocolate is good for you'.

Strange isn't it, that the Medics make this bold statement the day before Good Friday?