When did dustbin collecting become so complicated? I suppose in a society that uses it's resources so carelessly some sort of regulations are needed! Having taken David to church for the 8am I returned home to have a much needed coffee. Sounds from the nether regions of the house alerted me to the fact that at nine am on a Sunday morning my husband was preparing to put out the dust!
This week is the paper and bottle collection.....all in pre designated piles....I did it before when he was in hospital and could have worked it all out for myself in due course but he beat me to it! He is now exhausted again!
The number of bottles is very embarrassing. But it does not need to be tackled early in the morning!
This is the Sunday I was planning to attend mass in the cathedral in Funchal..... St Just is in its own way just as beautiful....especially in the early morning but we are now very aware of the shortening days. Soon it will be dark in the mornings, so making the most of the light whilst we have it seems essential...and much more important than sorting out reams of plastic and cardboard.
I feel the pull of the wonderful words of Dylan Thomas this morning....."Rage, rage against the dying of the light"
This works for me on several different levels....please excuse me whilst I go and have a good old rage about dustbin collections, about husbands trying to get all the jobs done before breakfast, about the gale blowing outside and the mole hills, proliferating nightly......arghhhh