I have little to titter about most days, but after sorting my shed out went down the tip with erm a very large supply of plant pots to recycle. I felt a bit ashamed, I don't smoke or drink or socialise so I could see that I had gone to excess at the garden , my car was full. The gents know me and said they would help me get the stuff out of the car. One of the men looked in, laughed and shouted to the others 'There's a woman here dealing in plant pots'. Then they all came to have a look oh dear. Anyway, I have attended to my plant pots, the men lifted all the bags of pots into the relevant area, my shed is clear and I am attempting to not repeat the buying of all poorly plants that I can find. So I'm off to the garden centre, to browse! Tick for me, plant pots removed, ready for winter.