"Well, there is only one piece of advice I can give you," said the wisest of wise men. "The secret of happiness is to see all the marvels of the world and never to forget the drops of oil on the spoon."



('The Alchemist' Paulo Coelho)




Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Rubbish!

This past week, we have had quite a few things delivered, which means quite a lot of packaging to dispose of, mainly cardboard. No problem. Here in Wrexham county we have a large, blue bag for paper and ordinary cardboard and the corrugated stuff goes in the green bin; don't ask me why, I don't really care as long as it's all recycled.
As there was rather a lot of cardboard, I hoped that the poor, overworked binmen - sorry, refuse collectors - would not find it too traumatic to collect it this week.
Round one was the emptying of the green bin. Done.
Round two - the emptying of the green box (wine bottles and, er, wine bottles) plus the blue bag. I noticed from the window that the blue bag had been placed on top of the empty box but still retained a suspiciously firm outline, so I hopped outside to investigate. A large, flattened cardboard box was still in there, plus two toilet roll centres, but I'm prepared to overlook those, so I took the bag over to one of the men who was busy sorting and emptying the neighbour's green box.
"Excuse me," I said politely, "you have left this in my bag," holding out the flattened box for his close inspection.
"We don't take cardboard," he said, without looking at me. (Oh shucks, I must have turned into the invisible woman again!)
"Well, it says on this bag that you do," I said, gearing up for battle.
The cardboard box was grabbed out of my hand and stuffed into the section of the vehicle reserved for and stuffed with - yes, you've guessed it - CARDBOARD!!


8 comments:

  1. There seems to be some unwritten rule that they never quite manage to take everything you leave out. We put out some old crockery recently. I wasn't quite such in which bin it should go, so used the non-recyclable. There have been bits of old plates rattling around in the bottom of it for weeks.

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  2. But you may have to do a bit of fighting first, CW. ;)

    SP, they seem to take a pride in leaving something every time!

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  3. Good for the compost heap...if you had one! Flighty xx

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  4. Perhaps the leek munching Taffy binmen are racist and realise that you are English - albeit from Liverpool. But if you offer them a cup of tea and a slice of Welsh rarebit, I'm sure they'd take anything away for you - including NASA control!

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  5. Possibly, YP but I am NOT from Liverpool. I just happen to have lived there for some years. :)

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  6. Flighty, we would have to have a garden big enough to contain a compost heap! :)

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  7. When in doubt I put things in a black bag into the general black bin.
    All this sorting is under comulsion from Our Masters In Brussels (OMIB) so as an Englishman I tend not to take a lot of notice.

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