I had a bit of a lie in on Friday morning but was even so up and about around eight-thirty. After a very small breakfast I hung the washing in the cellar. I had brought some things downstairs with me and had popped them into the machine before doing anything else. Whilst in the cellar I thought I would take a short walk on the treadmill and whilst doing that I began to think about things I might do in the day. I had wanted to do some work in the garden but the weather was although dry, very windy so I gave up on that idea. Instead, I decided to look for some paint and give the new steps I had constructed down there a month or so ago their first coat. I found some masonry paint and soon had them painted. They will probably need another coat later. By now it was approaching lunchtime so I did no more. Normally we get our waste bins emptied on a Friday, that is the non-recyclable waste or the recyclable plastic and cardboard depending on the week. Last Friday would be the first collection after Christmas and the New Year and many bins would therefore be naturally full to overflowing. Ours however was only half full because our non-recyclable waste is minimal due to there being only two of us in the house and the fact that we make a point of separating non-recyclable waste from recyclable waste. This means that sometimes we don’t need to put the non-recyclable waste out every two weeks because the bin is seldom full. Last Thursday evening I thought I might put the bin out then rather than do it on Friday morning as I normally do. After lunch on Friday the bin had still not been emptied and I had some more waste to put in it. I took it out to the bin and found that somebody had deposited a very large black bag filled with rubbish in there. I thought to myself how cheeky and why didn’t they put it with their own waste? I opened the bag and discovered it was filled with unsorted waste.
Now of course I don’t mind anyone putting their waste in my bin if they’ve no alternative but to put unsorted waste in it when E and I spend the time sorting ours is a bit of a liberty. One would think that a knock on the door to ask if it was alright would be in order but some people it seems are so self-centred and selfish that would be the last thing they would do. I suppose too that the bag was placed under the cover of darkness and for a reason, they knew it was wrong so didn’t wish to be seen doing it. It may seem a lot of fuss over waste but there is a principle at stake here. These are the kind of people who think nothing of fly tipping or throwing their waste to the floor when out and about. These are the kind of people who leave their rubbish on the beach when there are waste bins provided or throw things out of the car window as they drive along. I called the local council to ask when the bins would be emptied as by three o’clock they were still full. I was told to expect them to be emptied the following day, Saturday. I brought the bin back in from the street to prevent any other nighttime waste disposers taking advantage. I placed that offending bag further up the street at the side of the road. It will get collected but not from my bin. In future I will not attempt putting out my bins the night before they are due for emptying.