Given that I’m currently singly left handed I have adopted a new morning system, off I trundle with Mr Baxter and head to the bottle bank, which is as far as he seems to want to go these days, before returning him to the boat and heading off again with Muttley, carrying the cardboard and plastic recycling. As I left this morning G thrust a 5 litre plastic container to add to my re-cycling and, of course, it didn’t fit through the recycling hole, despite my jumping up and down on it. In mid jump I was greeted by a local gentleman who was in charge of the disposal system and unlocked the side to dispose of the container for me.
I then started to dispose of the rest of the rubbish and became a bit challenged about what I was doing there, where I lived, how long I was staying, etc., etc. He then, helpfully I think, took the rest of my bag off me and allowed the disposal of milk and washing cartons before ticking me off about cling film, kitchen roll, foil and crisp packets which, it seems, are not recyclable. It could have been so much worse!!!!