Mmmmmm........Eggs

Not just any old eggs but free range ones, totally unbroken and in an immaculate box. I had two scrambled for breakfast - they were amazing. Then I started thinking about cake, and corn bread, and onion bhajis and all the other great stuff I could make with the others.
Lentil and beef hot pot for tea tonight with enough left over for another two meals.
No free cakes at work despite it having become established tradition in only the last few weeks that we have them EVERY Monday morning as a sort of reward for listening to Grieg tell us how few jobs we've got coming in. I found that my ears don't work as well without cake.
I went for a brew with Vicky in Flat three tonight and stroked her guinea pigs - Lola and Betty. They make a noise like Clangers. A guy came to look at the flat downstairs on Sunday - he liked what I was doing with the garden and offered to help out if he moves in - and he cycles. On Sunday I was out running on the South Manchester cycle way and came across Kidical Mass - the kids version of Critical Mass - Anna and Nes and some of the I bike MCR lot were on it and we waved at each other as we passed - me shouting 'Go Kidical Mass!' and them shouting 'Goooo Spokes!'. I turned down a chance to go to the Lost Plot in favour of the garden here but it was lovely to be asked. I think I can confidently say I've found community. Now I think if I just found some cheese that would be like a dream come true. As a habitual cheese fiend it's been very strange going without it. A friend in Mach fed me lasagne and I had the most amazing cheese dreams about a talking Alsatian who dressed in a suit and a bowler hat (sort of a posh version of scooby doo)
What would be the best thing you could find in a bin?