Recycling 15.00

Yeah, I know, this is completely random coming in the middle of everything but I now have exactly 16 minutes to get this on line. It will be easier when I’ve stopped visiting the other bloggers on the A Schedule and leaving them notes to encourage them in their last hour. That’s my excuse, and I’m sticking to it, thank you.
 
So, recycling then. How many of you actually recycle? How many of you feel like you’ve been recycled? J Me right now.
 
Sorry. Seriously – I started to think of this yesterday when I was washing a bottle for the recycle bin. My mum washes everything – tins, cartons, egg shells. One should, apparently.
 
I do not. I hope that doesn’t make me completely slovenly, but I do recycle as much as I can. Paper, cardboard, tins, plastic, bottles.
 
The result of this is that, despite all my best efforts, there tend to be piles of recyclable rubbish waiting for me to take them places.  I get very annoyed in England because I can only find a paper recycling bin and no where to recycle my cardboard. Being an avid recycler, I then save this up and bring it all the way to Belgium to recycle here. Can you see me explaining that one in customs? Huh?
 
Yesterday I was looking in my wardrobe. I have almost decided to recycle all the clothes in it. They are either too small, too old, too ugly, too whatever. I don’t want them – I wear the stuff I have in England. I don’t wear (and haven’t for a long time) the stuff I have here.
 
But. I make this decision and then, every time I get to the wardrobe, I get stuck. ‘What ifs’ fall off the shelves and trip me up. What if I get cold in winter and regret throwing that jumper away? What if I go out in the garden to work – wouldn’t that old t-shirt be useful? What if I put it in the recycle bin – would someone want it at all? What if I were to just empty the wardrobe and stop asking what ifs?
 
Huh?
 
So there we are.
 
I have about three bags of clothes that I washed, ironed and prepared for the recycle box but never ever gave up. Now they are dirty again because of some building work that was done.
 
I will wash them, iron them, recycle bin them or bin them full stop.
 
I would like to achieve that, so I can recycle me a little  – really. I will need it tomorrow.

p.s. – if you made it this far …. my mum isn’t mad, she washes the egg shells because apparently it means you can put them in your compost bin without attracting rats. So she says. 😉