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Rubbish and recycling.
Mar. 25th, 2008 05:05 pmWhew! I have again done all my filing and recycling and I can once again see the surface of my desk. Where does it all come from?
Every mail-order company I've ever bought anything from seems to send me a new catalogue every week, plus a separate letter with an account showing that I don't owe them anything. I can't just shove it all in the recycling because I have to fillet it and extract anything with my account information to be shredded, while the recycling doesn't accept envelopes, so they have to be put into the rubbish.
At least I've now gone over to paperless bank accounts and download my statements online when I'm ready to file them. That means two envelopes and assorted bumph less every month from now on. I wonder though............ will they still be sending me all their glossy advertising which goes straight into the recycling? I bet they do!
Starting some time next month we've been promised new wheely bins for our recycling, but no-one has yet told us what we will be able to recycle. I wish they would let us recycle clean cardboard, because I do so much online shopping that there are always boxes to recycle but John has to take them to Morrison's recycling bank, because the French outfit which runs our recycling at present won't accept it. Eejits!
There is one box I can't recycle, though. Because I left it on my bedroom floor for a week, Bramble has adopted it as "his" box and spends the afternoon snoozing in there rather than on my bed as he used to. He used to sleep at night in the Hotter shoe box under John's desk, but he's getting a bit porky and he probably finds the Amazon box a little less snug! Morgan still spends the afternoon on my bed, but I suppose the box has the added attraction for Bramble that Morgan won't start nibbling him while he's asleep.
I'm still listening to theJazz while it's still broadcasting, but I still haven't managed to make MyClassicFMPlayer work, even though someone kindly posted details of a site where I could find out what to do to make it work. I did try all the things they suggested, even unto running IE with no protection whatsoever, but it just refuses to work. I think it's their problem rather than mine, so although I shall keep trying from time to time to see if they've fixed it, in the meantime I discovered that I can get all sorts of Internet jazz broadcasts from all over the world, so when theJazz finally shuts down, I shall listen to one of them.
Now that I've got my desk straight again, maybe I can get on with some writing. I can't get to the Lit & Phil until Friday, because I have to accompany Charles to his dental appointment tomorrow and on Thursday is my long-awaited appointment with the cardiologist. I probably won't get there next week either, since I have to work on Monday and on Wednesday I have a meeting in Halifax, so I shall probably not feel like doing much on Thursday.
Aaaaaaaargh! And I've just realised that next weekend is when the clocks go forward. That always makes me feel rotten for weeks!
I have to say that I continue to feel better with my breathlessness, but Sod's Law being what it is, my knee has been agonising over the last couple of weeks, even though I'm taking more pain killers.
I paid for my car tax online today and the abtsrasd have put it up another £5, on top of the increase they'd already introduced because my car's engine is over 1595 ccs, never mind that I hardly use the blummin thing. So that's an overall increase of £50. I shall just have to use the car more to get the benefit of what's almost £1 a week increase, as well as all the extra tax, customs duty and VAT the hypocrites get from the fuel prices increasing and to spite their so-called "green" intentions.
It's strange how their being green always means tax hikes for us, isn't it? When I try to be greener by living more simply it results in reduced costs for me as well as being better for the environment, but their only method of persuading people to be greener is to increase taxation.
And I often wonder how recycling things which need to be rinsed, or sometimes even washed in hot water and detergent because of the smell in the futility room ultimately makes any overall difference to anything, other than increasing my expenses.
How I hate the government. I shall pray for Brown and Darling to get enormous, incurable, painful piles!
Then they'll be as constipated as they look!
Every mail-order company I've ever bought anything from seems to send me a new catalogue every week, plus a separate letter with an account showing that I don't owe them anything. I can't just shove it all in the recycling because I have to fillet it and extract anything with my account information to be shredded, while the recycling doesn't accept envelopes, so they have to be put into the rubbish.
At least I've now gone over to paperless bank accounts and download my statements online when I'm ready to file them. That means two envelopes and assorted bumph less every month from now on. I wonder though............ will they still be sending me all their glossy advertising which goes straight into the recycling? I bet they do!
Starting some time next month we've been promised new wheely bins for our recycling, but no-one has yet told us what we will be able to recycle. I wish they would let us recycle clean cardboard, because I do so much online shopping that there are always boxes to recycle but John has to take them to Morrison's recycling bank, because the French outfit which runs our recycling at present won't accept it. Eejits!
There is one box I can't recycle, though. Because I left it on my bedroom floor for a week, Bramble has adopted it as "his" box and spends the afternoon snoozing in there rather than on my bed as he used to. He used to sleep at night in the Hotter shoe box under John's desk, but he's getting a bit porky and he probably finds the Amazon box a little less snug! Morgan still spends the afternoon on my bed, but I suppose the box has the added attraction for Bramble that Morgan won't start nibbling him while he's asleep.
I'm still listening to theJazz while it's still broadcasting, but I still haven't managed to make MyClassicFMPlayer work, even though someone kindly posted details of a site where I could find out what to do to make it work. I did try all the things they suggested, even unto running IE with no protection whatsoever, but it just refuses to work. I think it's their problem rather than mine, so although I shall keep trying from time to time to see if they've fixed it, in the meantime I discovered that I can get all sorts of Internet jazz broadcasts from all over the world, so when theJazz finally shuts down, I shall listen to one of them.
Now that I've got my desk straight again, maybe I can get on with some writing. I can't get to the Lit & Phil until Friday, because I have to accompany Charles to his dental appointment tomorrow and on Thursday is my long-awaited appointment with the cardiologist. I probably won't get there next week either, since I have to work on Monday and on Wednesday I have a meeting in Halifax, so I shall probably not feel like doing much on Thursday.
Aaaaaaaargh! And I've just realised that next weekend is when the clocks go forward. That always makes me feel rotten for weeks!
I have to say that I continue to feel better with my breathlessness, but Sod's Law being what it is, my knee has been agonising over the last couple of weeks, even though I'm taking more pain killers.
I paid for my car tax online today and the abtsrasd have put it up another £5, on top of the increase they'd already introduced because my car's engine is over 1595 ccs, never mind that I hardly use the blummin thing. So that's an overall increase of £50. I shall just have to use the car more to get the benefit of what's almost £1 a week increase, as well as all the extra tax, customs duty and VAT the hypocrites get from the fuel prices increasing and to spite their so-called "green" intentions.
It's strange how their being green always means tax hikes for us, isn't it? When I try to be greener by living more simply it results in reduced costs for me as well as being better for the environment, but their only method of persuading people to be greener is to increase taxation.
And I often wonder how recycling things which need to be rinsed, or sometimes even washed in hot water and detergent because of the smell in the futility room ultimately makes any overall difference to anything, other than increasing my expenses.
How I hate the government. I shall pray for Brown and Darling to get enormous, incurable, painful piles!
Then they'll be as constipated as they look!
