Recycling

Management is nothing if not green.

Everything is now in some pile or other for future recycling, which is actually remarkable since by the time we have sorted it all for banking burning or composting we hardly generate any rubbish at all between the 9 of us. Far less even than the eco vandal in the cottage in fact.

Tins of course go for recycling but to be green we wait till there are a lot before expending any diesel and there has to be lots as we crush them before they go in the big bag in the first place.

So anyway yesterday she decided that we would make an IVECO full trip to the recycling centre, laden with months of tin cans and a Xmas of bottles we went on our merry way.

Well no, management had not looked at the clock, we arrived as they closed so we had to leave the van to absorb the considerable smells overnight.

Bright and early, well for a Sunday anyway, we got out of bed, so far so good. The weather was battering the walls and smashing rain into the windows, the met office being worried enough about all this to tell me that tomorrow there might be floods again.

Still I can cope with floods at 10 C and now that I am warned I will make sure the GG is fully charged so I am ready for whatever play opportunity presents itself.

But I digress as usual.

This morning I duly made coffee had my healthy bacon breakfast and, after a little while the management came down stairs, accepted the coffee I poured for her which she took her time drinking as toast toasted and eggs fried.

Finally, with a leisurely wipe of the mouth and an assurance that she had not possibly slipped a piece of egg to da man who was at the time impersonating an angry sabre tooth tiger under the table somewhere, she sprung into action.

She wasn't waiting for me for another moment, we were off to the tip now.

So we went....

This afternoon it's the cinema we are off to.

I am sure she will stop waiting for me again any second.

R