disposal

 Gather together all the books on t'ai chi from the shelves, a passion now at least a quarter of a century dead. They will not be looked at again here and they are just absorbing place in the shelves, and gathering dust.

Put them into a paper carrier bag and take a walk through town. As soon as the door is closed it starts to rain. Big heavy drops of water. Carry on regardless. Keep the books a little bit covered. There is a tiny building at the side of the road, a telephone box sized building. It is a small book depository set up by some local initiative. Put the books into the shelves. Then leave them there, for somebody else to find and to perhaps enjoy.

The paper carrier bag has collapsed, one of the handles has been ripped off. There is a heap of cardboard boxes at the side of the road left there to be collected by the waste paper recycling people. Put the remains of the paper bag into one of them, and carry on walking along the river. The rain increases, it is now quite a downpour. Go into one of the cafés on the street and have a cup of coffee and a croissant. They pronounce croissant like "cross aunt" here, well, they pronounce the L L in the Spanish spelling of Majorca as "Ma Lorca" too. So what!

And thus another reminder of a past episode has been done away with, and is no longer an irritant.