Woke early, and went to the study to install another length of shelf support and more shelves. Emptied a few more boxes of books and considered that I need a run of some sort of cupboard for "not books". Sorted out some for Oxfam.

Took an armchair up two flights of stairs to the room where I will be working on it to replace the webbing. Took the chair which has been living in that room downstairs and photographed it to see if Oxfam could take it.

Went to Oxfam and found that one of my previous donations of books had gone, separating two which belonged together, so that the purchaser won't know the end of the story. Since the second had been priced at £35, it isn't a surprise.

They could take the chair, but when I got back I realised they couldn't. It would need a fire certificate. I could re-cover it myself, but not certificate it. Proper upholstery would cost £70. But I don't have the space any more.

I went to the village office to find out about the cable company, and they have ended the service, so I don't suppose the cable ends are live.

Then I went to the dump to get rid of the cardboard boxes, and found a woman dumping two Ikea wooden boxes and a stair basket, which I now have. The boxes will do for the "not-books" until I can manage better. That justified the petrol, which I had worried about. I dropped into the supermarket on the way back, and met the woman from the cherry farm, which is starting to sell tomorrow! Hooray!

I planted out the tomatoes in growbags, topped up the slowest potato bag, and planted out the courgette in a heap of compost. Something had sought out my bought in dwarf runner beans and chewed them, but I'm not ready to plant them out - the bed needs building up some more. I'm going to have to buy in anyway, as I have managed to kill off some more seeds in the propagator. Fortunately the garden centre is near the cherry farm.

The slugs, active now it has rained, are ignoring the beer trap, but I have some organic pellets which are safe for other life which I am trying. I suspect them of chewing my carrots, which I will need to reseed. The cat did for some of them. I have spoken to the owner, who doesn't quite believe he is guilty, as he uses a spot in their garden, but he is the one I have seen. There is a new cat about though, which I will have to watch out for. Ginger is called Douglas - a Just William connection, maybe. It sounds as though it is territory rather than needing a toilet spot which brings him in, though.

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