Nothing to do with writing at all, but bizarre enough for me to want to mention it here…

I did some gardening over the weekend and, yesterday afternoon, I loaded several bags of rubbish into the car and headed up to the local tip (or, as they like to call it now, household waste and recycling centre).  Only, when I got there, the tip was closed – for refurbishment.

I couldn’t quite believe it.  Who refurbishes a rubbish tip?  Even more pressing was the question of what I was going to do with the bags in the back of the car.  I nipped home and checked online for another nearby tip.  Turns out there’s one in the next town, so back in the car and off I go… to the poshest tip I’ve ever seen in my life!

The skips were indoors, and each was guarded by a recycling officer (uniforms and all!)  Plus, there were bins all around for clothes, shoes, books and CDs.  The whole place was spotless.  It made me want to take my garden rubbish home and give it a good clean before I dropped it off.

They take their rubbish seriously up this way…

Tommy

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