We are of course all for reducing our packaging and recycling.
Reusing things for whatever creative whim might strike is encouraged and the volume of "art" produced by our children is staggering. Cereal boxes, yoghurt containers and bottle tops are whisked away to make spaceships, "dog jails", famous landmarks, and modern sculptures that defy labelling. That's just fine with me as I can do regular sweeps of the house to help these things make it the rest of the way into the BULGING recycling bin before bin day.
Fortunately for us we have a huge Wheelie Bin for recyclables that is collected fortnightly. Unfortunately though despite our best efforts to reduce the amount of packaging we buy this bin is nearly always filled to capacity. OK, so there might be a couple of wine bottles in there but even so where does it all come from?
Well, the school insists on sending home mountains of their own and donated (from other people's bulging bins no doubt) recycling made into treasures like life-size models of box children (thanks for that, it took about 2 months of crammed bins to get rid of) and robot dogs like this one. The troubling thing about Fido here is that his head is made out of a tablet box for a medicine that Google tells me is for Gout (well, you know I had to Google it, it could have been for Syphilis or an Anti-psychotic or for Flesh Eating Disease. All things I'd rather my children's teachers didn't have).
Who donates their prescription medicine boxes to a school? Couldn't you have slipped this into your own bin and given them a toothpaste box instead? This is now too much information and a bit of a burden for me (and not just because I have to try and squeeze it into my recycling bin). Now I'll be secretly watching the staff and parents for signs of limping or grimacing to work out who's recycling this is.
And what if a "bin diving" tabloid reporter goes through my recycling, sees the box and the couple of wine bottles and writes an article about me having Gout?
And what if a "bin diving" tabloid reporter goes through my recycling, sees the box and the couple of wine bottles and writes an article about me having Gout?
I guess it could have been worse. I could have Syphilitic Psychosis and a nose hanging by a thread.
That is so funny! You would be surprised at the things people think are suitable to donate for use in the art room amongst my personal favourites are soft porn mags - I think they are called post or something like that and motorcycle magazines with scantily or barely clad young ladies draped over the bikes. Then there are the unwashed yogurt/ milk/ ice cream containers and meat trays!!!
ReplyDeleteGoodness me! I can imagine people must boggle your brain with their stupidity at times!
ReplyDeleteFunny. I'm so going to have to riffle through my kid's backpack and see what I put in there. I know my husband once put my kid's lunch in a Victoria's Secret bag. Um, would you like a lacy thong with your ham and cheese sandwich?
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