Shoe bin, dinner bell and bathmat.

Here's the round-up from the 3BT world -- I've really enjoyed reading your posts this week. Please keep them coming, and if you haven't already, let me know about your beautiful things blog.

• Merope is glad to be warm again.
• Plutarch has made something with garlic that sounds delicious and has a picture of a white cat with black, which reminds me of one of my posts from earlier this week.
• Erin reads one of my favourite books ever, Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.
• Lynn says thanks for an impromptu concert, and earlier in the week she brought in Bob Trammell to describe Mardi Gras in New Orleans.
• The Barefoot Chick has the best parents ever.
• An appreciation for walking to work over at Becoming Human.
• Rosebud101 takes with good grace a 4am wake-up by an affectionate dog.
• Sweetpea travels on a metro full of balloons.
• Gawain lists the beautiful things about her wedding day -- I reckon she's the second person ever to do this after me!

1. On Sundays, it's a bit hit and miss as to whether things are open or available. Nick is sure that there will be a bin outside the cobblers where he can recycle a pair of old shoes. I'm not convinced. But he is right -- which feels like a bit of a triumph on a Sunday.

2. To come into the sitting room and say that supper is ready.

3. A just washed bathmat -- it looks bright, new and inviting. Before, it looked so squashed and sad that I was starting to feel bad about treading on it.