Monday, 8 March 2010
I'm amazed that I'm still with you today, especially after this morning's surprise, when I went to put out our recycling bin and discovered it was hardly worth bothering about. There was so little in there, I almost fell inside with shock. You get the image: head first, legs dangling upwards, crying for my neighbours to come and rescue me. "Almost fell" I said, just almost, but hold onto that vision while it lasts.
It was a very surreal moment. When I first opened the bin it was empty. I then tipped the contents of my kitchen recycling bin into the wheelie bin and it still only came a third of the way up.
Two weeks recycling taking up so little space.
It just didn't seem right, especially as it's mostly 50% or 75% full.
And before you ask...no I haven't had a lazy half hour and just dumped it all in my black bin. You know I would NEVER do that AND it's Waste Reduction Fortnight, which means I'm keeping a closer eye on my rubbish than usual.
So a peculiar situation indeed and just shows it really is possible to slim your rubbish bin without tipping your recycling bin over the edge...well that's if you know the secret of course.
And I've been scratching my head to figure out what that secret might be.
I realise what it is now as I look out of the window towards my car.
My little Fox-mobile is still not working, having been stuck on the roadside with a flat battery for almost two whole weeks, which means I haven't done much shopping with the exception of picking up fresh produce from the market.
But we haven't gone without. We've still been emptying our cereal boxes. The cats have been nibbling on their Whiskas and we've enjoyed the odd tin of beans and bottle of apple juice so perhaps that's not the secret ingredient after all.
So maybe, just maybe, someone really has stolen my recycling. And if they have I'm watching!