Day 74 Trashy People

I didn't have the best start to the day for a number of reasons:

• In my very first moment of consciousness, I was faced with John jumping up, shouting in my face hysterically, "It's Friday! Bin day! Quick! It's bloody bin day! We've done it again, Daisy!"
• As I ran through the kitchen, approximately five seconds after being so rudely awoken, my bare foot squelched into something disgusting, which turned out to be cold cat-sick. I had no time to wipe it off before sliding on my flip flops.
• I had to expose my scruffy, faded pyjamas to the whole street, and five approaching refuse collectors in a race against time to get our bins onto the pavement outside our house, as they made their way to our part of the cul-de-sac at a surprisingly speedy pace. Thankfully, we made it in the nick of time. Not before the five blokes got an eyeful though, as it wasn't until I got inside that I realised that two of the buttons were open on my pyjama top.
• Margaret and Gordon were of course getting into their car at this exact moment, so the chances are, that I flashed them too.😳
•  As I was wiping my foot with an atibac wipe, I discovered that the cat had also been sick on the sofa. Well, the sick was actually discovered by Molly, who managed to sit in it.
• We'd run out of milk.😤

"Have you thought about what we talked about last night?" I asked John, upon hearing Cleo stirring upstairs.

     "The protest?"

     "Yep. You know she's gonna mention it as soon as she comes down."

     "I'm willing to hear her out," he said. 

     "Good."

     "I suppose I was a bit of a ….. rebel in my younger days, wasn't I?" he said with a wink.

     "That's why I fancied you," I said.
     "Not the only reason, surely. I mean what about my devilish good looks?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows in an Eric Morecambe kind of way .
     "Hmm. I have to admit, you have always been pretty easy on the eye. Get over here!" I said, beckoning him to the sofa.
     He smiled and came closer.
     "Now tell me," I said. "Can you still smell cat puke on this upholstery?"

It was agreed after much discussion today, that with several conditions attached, Cleo would be allowed to go to the 'Black Lives Matter' demonstration. This was because of two things: John has always been very proud of his politically active past and saw Cleo's passion as a positive reflection of his influence as a parent (which to be fair, could well be true). Also, Cleo now has so much dirt on both her parents that negotiations just got one hell of a lot easier for her!