Our local villages have recently been supplied with food recycling bins. Ours came yesterday. This is a Facebook post on one of the village pages by someone I very vaguely know. STELLAR rant. Sadly CC moderates some of the language.
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ANYONE ELSE HAD ENOUGH OF THESE farkING BINS OR IS IT JUST ME??? Because honestly I’m at the point now where I’m questioning my entire existence over household waste. Years ago life was SIMPLE, you had one black bin, you put your shoot in it, it got collected, DONE. Then some council genius clearly had a breakdown over landfill and decided what we all needed in our lives was MORE BINS. Not one, not two, but a full farking rainbow of responsibility sat outside your house like some sort of plastic shrine to poor life choices. Recycling bins, garden bins, cardboard bins, probably a bin soon for your thoughts and feelings because apparently nothing can just go in one place anymore. And God forbid you put the wrong thing in the wrong bin because suddenly you’re basically a criminal and facing a fine like you’ve robbed a bank instead of misplacing a yoghurt pot.
Anyway, I accepted it, I adapted, I became one of those people stood in the kitchen like a lunatic separating rubbish into categories like I’m running some sort of domestic recycling facility, and just when I thought I’d reached peak bin life… NOW they’ve introduced a FOOD WASTE BIN. Not just a bin either, oh no, a MOTHER BIN with a BABY BIN inside it. I’m sorry but what in the actual fark is that about??? So now I’ve got this tiny baby bin in my kitchen that fills up every 2 minutes because shock horror, a family of 5 eats food, then I’ve got to take the bag outside to the mother bin like I’m completing some sort of Olympic bin relay that nobody asked for. And I’m sat here thinking… WHAT THE fark IS EVEN GOING IN MY NORMAL BIN NOW??? Because apparently food goes in one, cardboard in another, recycling somewhere else, garden waste somewhere else, so what’s left??? AIR??? MY SANITY??? THE LAST THREAD OF MY PATIENCE???
And can we just address the fact that I am essentially now providing FREE STORAGE for the council on MY OWN LAND. These ugly bastards are sat on my garden where I could have had a lovely border, some flowers, a bit of peace, but no, I’ve got a farking bin exhibition going on outside my house. I should be charging them rent at this point and if they fine me for not complying I’ll happily deduct it from the YEARS of unpaid storage fees they owe me because I never signed up to house this plastic army.
And these new bins?? Built like absolute shoot. A light breeze and they’re off, Storm Dave comes through and they’ll be halfway down the M6, we’re going to need air traffic control just to manage rogue bins flying through the neighbourhood. Honestly a gust of a fart would send one of these airborne and some poor bugger’s going to be taken out on a morning dog walk because a food waste bin’s decided to go on a journey. Health and safety haven’t even begun to unpack that.
I’m telling you now I am DONE. I am 40+, menopausal, and I no longer have the capacity to deal with this level of absolute nonsense in my life. When that bin turns up at my house it is going STRAIGHT BACK via the peanut of whoever delivers it with immediate effect. Enough is enough. The government can push people so far and this, THIS is my limit. Anyone else or am I about to go to war with the council on my own??? 😤
Morning, wind is very cold here
