The other day Dave and I were walking home from work when we passed a rubbish pile in front of an apartment building -- and leaning against the pile was a perfectly nice, shiny black-glass digital bathroom scale. (Like this one.) Of course I brought it home. It didn't work, but I thought it might if I bought a new battery.
So yesterday, as we walked home, I popped in to Homebase while Dave went to the grocery store. I bought some potting soil, a chrysanthemum and a battery for the scale. Somehow we managed to lug all that stuff (plus our groceries) back to our flat. And yes! The scale works!
I weigh 83.2 kg, or about 183 pounds. Which is what I would have guessed. I have averaged between 180 and 185 my entire adult life, with the exception of my early 20s, when I was bicycling a lot and got down to about 170. (And was too skinny.)
Anyway, I doubt we'll have much cause to weigh ourselves, but now we can if we want to. The other day I had to put my weight on some medical document and I thought, "Geez, I have no idea." I just put 185, and it turns out I was basically right.
My new box of "craft gin" arrived a few days ago, and I've been having my evening G&T with a dash of Campari, as instructed. It's OK. I still haven't found anything to beat a standard G&T, though.
Here's another shot of one of the discarded mystery plants I found while walking the dog -- they're looking really good and blooming up a storm. My money is still on some variety of nicotiana, but I'm not certain about that.
(Top photo: A paint job in progress on Old Oak Common Lane, on Sunday.)