National Recycle Week – Day 5
Today it’s recycling my way!
With my half-century on the horizon (ok it’s more than a year yet, but it’s still there) I have been re-evaluating my life and some things have had to go, the latest being my teaching for the university. Finally I acknowledged Mr Snail’s repeated cries of ‘you’re being exploited’ and decided that I’d had enough. I’d fought the good fight – I’d argued the case for better treatment of ‘casual’ (their term, not mine) teaching staff with everyone from personnel to the Vice Chancellor for the last 17 years and finally, I’d had enough. So, it’s over and I’m now looking forward to writing knitting and crochet patterns instead, alongside my usual editing work.
This change has brought with it the incentive to clear out my office… over the years I’ve accumulated loads of files and reports and they have been looming over me on my shelves for far too long. So, on Monday afternoon, whilst I was running a defrag on my ailing laptop, I decided to start the clear out in earnest.
I started on a shelf of lever-arch files, with one stuffed full of jottings from my 2002 Open University MEd module.
And then I worked my way along the shelf, realising just how much paper I have been accumulating over the years.
And so it went on, as I progressed to another shelf, which included box files
And then on to the pile on the floor up the corner
Until my computer was finally done and I had a break, having filled a couple of boxes and a large bag full of paper
and having completely stuffed one of the liberated box files full of poly-pockets
I suspect that we will never need to buy any sort of filing supplies for the rest of our lives! And I’m only part way through.
So, what of the recycling part of this post? Well, the new raised bed is now complete and there’s a lot of it to fill. We’ve decided to treat it like a big composter for the time being and so, the bottom needs a good layer of paper and cardboard to act as a base:
Before being covered with greenery:
Several years ago we trained some of our neighbours to deliver their grass clippings to us and, right on time, a bag arrived this morning for me to add to the mix. Now, I just need to go and collect the bags of moss I have been promised and some horse muck and we’ll be well on the way to a replacement for the bed that was removed to make way for the limery. Now, that’s my sort of recycling.