|A load of rubbish
||[Feb. 5th, 2015|12:56 pm]
It is Thursday, and the council's refuse collectors have called. At least, I assume that's what has happened. The bin has been removed from the back step at the end of the garden. I haven't tried to retrieve it, because I can see from the window that the back lane is one sheet of ice - not thick, but continuous. Time enough to go out in search of the bin when I need to put something in it.
Which won't be as long as I'm accustomed to: we are generating more rubbish than usual at the moment. Much of it is vegetable waste, which I prefer to compost. We have a compost bin; in fact we have two, and they are both full to overflowing. Which makes it very clear that in this household, composting is not a way of creating compost, which I don't use, but a way of disposing of of coffee grounds (and other peelings, but oh, such a quantity of coffee grounds!). There are places where the council collects vegetable waste separately, and composts on a large scale, which is much more efficient, but Durham is not one of them, so into the bin it goes.
Where it joins all the kinds of plastic which are not accepted for recycling. Durham used to accept any plastic (I suspect they sorted and discarded, but at least they collected it first); but the latest leaflet from the council, while urging me to recycle more, also said that 'we no longer accept plastic bags or black plastic food trays'. What does 'black plastic food trays' mean? Does it include the trays from supermarket packs of fruit (yes, sometimes I buy these; don't judge me too harshly) or are they simply trying to avoid trays incrusted with the remains of microwaveable ready meals? Who knows? Sometimes I decide one way, sometimes the other.
Ah well. I have just been to the postbox at the top of the hill. The birthday card will still arrive late, I think, but there are snowdrops poking up by the fence. There is hope.