This weekend I did my recycling. Now, this shouldn’t really be that much effort – for most of us it means chucking it all in a special bin and putting this bin outside. Not if you live in a low rise flat in Wolverhampton though – as it happens kerbside recycling isn’t available for these households. Why do you not just take it to the tip, you ask? Well, to enter the recycling centre, one must be in a motorised vehicle. And I, like a quarter of English households, do not have a car…
I have contacted the council about this a few times. Usually, the reply is that recycling in flats will be introduced soon. And that I can use the recycling centres and recycling banks throughout the city. I’ve even been offered, after a lengthy email exchange about where I take my cardboard and plastics, a set of bins for glass, paper and cans to put in our car park. Only… where does the plastic and cardboard go?
* I have a very exciting update *
I got a message from the council this morning!
I am pleased to tell you that we have put a request on to the system for 1 x 1100 litre red recycling bin to placed at the property for you and the other neighbours serviced by those bins, to be able to recycle paper, glass bottles and jars, drinks cans, food tins, household plastic containers (plastic bottles, margarine tubs, yoghurt pots, food trays) and cardboard.
Needless to say I did a little victory dance around the office.
Rant over!








Well here I am, sat once more at a little table on a Cross Country train. It’s been an interesting weekend, in which I learnt several things. The most important lesson of the weekend is that, although I’m supposedly older and wiser than last time I was at university, I haven’t learnt a thing. I left my coursework right to the last few days and ended up producing that may or may not be good enough, and that could have been so much better had I given myself more time.




