Recycling

Mention the word recycling round here, and fond (ahem) memories surface of attempts on my part to take bottles to the bottlebank not all that long ago. I had borrowed a trolley from the supermarket down the road and had put a large carrier bag full of empties in it. This was sitting upright, but all seemed to be well as I negotiated the far from level pavements in Stornoway. Things became badly unstuck when I had to cross a side-street. I thought I'd regain the far pavement by tackling it at speed. The trolley did not jump on the kerb, but the bottles did jump. Right out of the bag, out of the trolley to smash onto the street. About half a dozen of the things. Managed to retrieve the largest pieces of broken glass, some held together by lables. Must have presented quite a sight to the passers-by, one of whom did help retrieve the shards from the street. Oh dear. This afternoon, I took a bag of papers to the recycling bank, again in a trolley. Fortunately, papers don't jump, and this time I found a lower piece of kerb to cross the road at.