I got some petrol this
morning on my way to work, and then popped in to Morrisons to get
some shopping. As I was walking out something in the newspaper
stands caught my eye.
In Ashford we are about
to get a lot less dustbin collections and instead have a lot more
recycling. We will have to separate recyclables from rubbish, and put
our food waste in different bins from perishables. Blue rubbish will
have to go into the yellow tub whilst red waste will have to go into
the aquamarine receptive. And so on.
This kind of active
sorting of waste has been going on for some time in Canterbury. And
now it turns out that despite people's best efforts to sort refuse
into its constituent rubbish, when the bin men collect it, they just
chuck it all into the same skip.
Apparently three bin men
are up for the sack because of this revelation. Personally I can't
help but wonder if this is for their chucking the various flavours of
tat all in together, or if this is because they got caught doing so.
And then my phone rang.
Regular readers of this drivel may recall that I got hoofed
(literally) by a horse a week ago. Last Monday I contacted
"sue them dot com". Today the legal-eagles at "sue
them dot com" phoned me back to say they weren't interested
in my case, but wondered if I wanted to have a pop at my bank for
mis-sold PPI insurance.
So, to recap... I was the
victim of an unprovoked attack from an uncontrolled horse on a public
right of way. Whilst I survived the incident, it was purely luck. Had
the blow hit my shin then a bone would have been broken. Had the blow
hit a child it could have killed them. The landowner doesn't care,
nor does the owner of the horse. The police are utterly
disinterested, as are "sue them dot com". The
Ramblers Association don't want to get involved; they have referred
me to the local council who have still to get back to me after a
week's inactivity.
Perhaps I should go turn
that horse into glue and/or dog food and then see if everyone is
still unconcerned...
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