the small print

Released from the barn

Fast learning four legged mowers

I have decided I am a slow learner......
After 17 years of being told by my parents to read the questions properly at school, followed by 3 years being told by the lecturers at university to read the questions, there was a short interval when no-one told me very much of anything. Now, I am 24 years into telling my own children to read everything properly. So how is it possible that I missed the important information about the new bins we are having in our commune which require a card and a yearly payment. Quelle horreur!

So I was sitting outside this morning, Sunday, eating my breakfast listening to the merry trickle of cars stopping at our commual bins from all over the commune to fill them up with their own household rubbish. And I was struck by the quandry of moaning about bin abuse to the powers that be, and then being told that it would be so much better with bins that we pay for, as then there can be no bin abuse. What to do???? I am resigned to their bad system where everyone has to get into cars to drive with their rubbish to the 4 points that we have allotted to us in our nearly 36 square kilometre surface area. I shake my head and sigh in vain, not sure which planet they are trying to save with this thought process. 

Leftovers Franklin Farm style ;)

To amuse ourselves once a month, Alice and I go to the supermarket to buy those things that are more difficult to find at the market, where we do the bulk of our shopping. Sauntering down the "Bio" or "organic" aisle which has been getting larger and larger over the years we reflected on the amout of packaging and where all these things had come from on the planet.... quite a lot of air miles were there, not that the rest of the aisles were much better.
It is ironic to think that in an effort by people to reduce the weight of their rubbish per bin collection they are more likely to purchase plastic wrappers as both tins and cardboard weigh more.
See you all soon
Helenx