tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829162137963866383.post4879979441274993424..comments2023-10-19T00:42:35.763-07:00Comments on The Rant Mistress: General Election 2017: What a load of rubbishUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829162137963866383.post-53344365630588897962017-05-22T11:18:36.835-07:002017-05-22T11:18:36.835-07:00Bin there, done that. I regularly sort waste into ...Bin there, done that. I regularly sort waste into four separate areas: food waste, plastic (of the right sort, remember?), paper/card and other. It's not a big deal, even though some evil thought at the back of my brain keeps saying: "You know it all goes into one hole in the ground, don't you?" We're also lucky enough to have a local, community run recycling centre that will take books, clothes, old furniture and so on. What drives me crazy, however, is the way the bin men treat the empty bins - well, more like chests, I guess. They just throw them anywhere they feel like. Not so bad on my front lawn - I can easily collect them - but a real pain in the arse on the walk up to the village on narrow pavements with lorries shooting past you and me not that steady on my legs any more. I have some sympathy - I expect the bin men are on tight schedules and leaving bins tidy doesn't fit into management's master plan, but I do worry about older residents who get confused about sorting rubbish - if it's in the wrong bag or bin, they just won't take it - and struggle to retrieve their bins...dave reederhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13925955727419875731noreply@blogger.com