Geesh, you’d think the woman would give us a break, wouldn’t you?
I mean, look how much we have achieved in two short weeks! We’ve gone from a dustbin, two bags and a carrier bag to just half a swing bin liner for the landfill. I spent yesterday morning sorting out our ‘recycling space’. It’s more like a personal recycling centre actually (I wonder if Biffa could be convinced to come over and collect things).
I saw this gorgeous piece of furniture designed for storing recycling the other day and it inspired me to tidy up our recycling area a bit.
Ok, I’ll admit it. It inspired me to completely revamp the recycling area and stop living like a family of tramps. (See above)
What with sunny climes and the threat of hatching fruit flies I needed to get organised before it turned into some horrible breeding ground for all sorts of nasties that could have been used for filming a horror movie.
Is this enough for Ms Whiplash of the landfill though?
As she has been known to say ‘Not on your Nelly.’
So there I am merrily clearing my space in true Feng Shui style when I skive off for a bit of an internet fix. Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about. You all know about that ‘just five minutes’ to check emails, browse forums, catch up on RSS feeds and recheck emails before logging back onto forums to see if anyone responded to you and then seeing if anything else has dropped into your RSS feeder before heading back to the emails box………..
I find an email from Mrs A suggesting that we ‘make a date’.
Does she fancy my husband or something?
Was it that I’d brushed my hair on the morning we met?
No, Mrs A wants us to commit to a date for our zero waste week. Yikes!
She suggests the first week in September for us to put NOTHING out for the dustmen.
I look at my lovely packets of rice in foil backed plastic, my fridge that is fit to bursting with yogurt in non recyclable pots and I seriously think about disconnecting myself from the internet forever so that she can’t contact me ever again.
Can I really do this?
My heart started to race, I don’t mind admitting that. My bottom lip started to quiver. It suddenly all felt so big, so real, so responsible and grown up. What has been a fun challenge over the past couple of weeks suddenly took on a new meaning.
I mentioned it to Mr Green who, with a flick of his wrist, said ‘Of course. This is what we’re aiming towards after all.’
“But what about my yogurt, and my rice and my…………..” I cried.
I received no sympathy whatsoever; just one of those looks.
I went off to sulk in the bedroom for an hour, meditate, write down my fears and promptly fell asleep.
When I woke up I felt much better. In fact, totally ok. Kind of tiptoeing around the edge of enjoying this next part of the challenge, even.
So there we have it, dear readers. As you are our witnesses, in seven short weeks; the first week in September we’re doing our very first zero waste week.
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