So, there’s been some progress this morning. I’ve headed out and got rid of the 19″ behemouth of a monitor which I tried to freecycle away but wouldn’t disappear. It’s a shame, ‘cos it more-or-less worked, and probably with a bit of effort could have been got to work perfectly.
But it’s been offered twice and finally I got sick of it and took it to the tip. I then headed to the post office where I found out that they’d redelivered the package I’d gone to collect, hence why I couldn’t work out what it was. When I got home I searched through the bin, found the packaging and there it is, clear as day, the correct reference number. Why they put ‘come and collect’ on the card when they’ll reattempt delivery I’m not entirely sure. But hey. It was a pretty day and quite pleasant. Then I headed to Maplin, depressing remains of the shop that it is, and bought myself a set of Star drive / Torx drivers; then to B&Q to get a palm sander; then to the chemist (Ack! Prescription charges have gone up again!), and got my tablets (yay for anti-allergy pills!).
And then my good mood was shattered because I got home and found the unemptied bin deposited in front of my drive. I’ve realised that the council object to taking actual rubbish away (DIY waste is apparently not appropriate for the tip, although I may endeavour to sling some there), nor for your bin, nor for anywhere else. Given that we produce so little of any other sort of waste I’m actually feeling quite resentful about the concept of paying tax for waste disposal.
I had hoped to be here to pounce and see if I could convince them to empty the bin this once; but obviously I’ve missed my chance. I really need more rubble bags if I’m going to get rid of the last remnants of the building waste in the bin, but I forgot that I needed them when I was at B&Q. Forgot to get dust masks as well, which is annoying. But then, to be honest, my brain is struggling with being awake…Â
