A blog with a moral
Moralistic... me? Well I guess so. Perhaps it's age that causes me to now look at situations and what lessons could be learnt from them, perhaps its the new management role I have taken over the last few months, or perhaps its down to Frank. Who knows, but I do get the feeling that there may be more blogs of this type later on - we will have to wait and see.
Anyway, onto the story.
Several months back the local council here decided to reduce the size of our normal rubbish bins and replace them with a variant half the size and a more regimental recycling process. Bags for paper, green bin for glass and tins and a red builders-bag style thing for cardboard and plastics.
The normal bins get collected every week, and the recycling every 2 weeks which initially looked like it would be a problem, time though showed that this was not the case.
Things (like everything I guess) started off OK, and it was actually quite self rewarding knowing that we were doing our own little bit - as small as it may have been. But then some good for nothing thief decided to pinch our green box. Seriously what good will it have done them? You can get another for free by ringing the council so why bother pinching them?
Yes, you CAN get another for free by ringing the council - but I didn't do that did, instead I choose to put it off for months and months and eventually forgot all about it. That was until the weekend.
Saturday (as you all know) is now cake-day, the day that Emily and I make cakes. Its a new tradition but we like it so long may it continue. Whilst finishing the cakes off and Em was decorating I went to put something in the bin and decided to push it down.
This was not a good move! Naturally with the theft of the recycling box there were items in the household bin that perhaps shouldn't have been there, and quite soon I realised that the sharp pain in my little finger was due to a quite sizable chunk being almost sliced clean off by a tin can!
The moral of this all is quite obvious (to me at least) DON'T put things off!
Anyway, onto the story.
Several months back the local council here decided to reduce the size of our normal rubbish bins and replace them with a variant half the size and a more regimental recycling process. Bags for paper, green bin for glass and tins and a red builders-bag style thing for cardboard and plastics.
The normal bins get collected every week, and the recycling every 2 weeks which initially looked like it would be a problem, time though showed that this was not the case.
Things (like everything I guess) started off OK, and it was actually quite self rewarding knowing that we were doing our own little bit - as small as it may have been. But then some good for nothing thief decided to pinch our green box. Seriously what good will it have done them? You can get another for free by ringing the council so why bother pinching them?
Yes, you CAN get another for free by ringing the council - but I didn't do that did, instead I choose to put it off for months and months and eventually forgot all about it. That was until the weekend.
Saturday (as you all know) is now cake-day, the day that Emily and I make cakes. Its a new tradition but we like it so long may it continue. Whilst finishing the cakes off and Em was decorating I went to put something in the bin and decided to push it down.
This was not a good move! Naturally with the theft of the recycling box there were items in the household bin that perhaps shouldn't have been there, and quite soon I realised that the sharp pain in my little finger was due to a quite sizable chunk being almost sliced clean off by a tin can!
The moral of this all is quite obvious (to me at least) DON'T put things off!
posted by Captin at
19:53
1 Comments:
well said. though i fear its a 'moral' we can only learn the hard way. perhaps not as hard as slicing a chunk of your finger off, but each to their own
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