I’ve just been to the dump.
The Community Refuse Centre/the Council Recycling Facility, or to lesser mortals “The Tip” was very busy today as it’s almost Easter, and whilst waiting in the hundred mile queue to get in something occurred to me as I inhaled the noxious aroma of last autumn’s grass which had turned into almost neat alcohol.
In the same vein as silent trees collapsing in silent forests, (how do you spell vein in this context? Vein, vain, vane?) and I know it’s a little existential, but what does one do with old rubbish bags?
And now that I’m back another problem is assailing me. I know that things get liberated all the time; or boosted, stolen or just plain knicked, but I’m in the process of buying another scooter which I plan to pick up in a couple of days, but from all the trouble I’m having insuring the damned thing you’d have thought it was some kind of superbike. I’ve been riding for over fourty years; I have a full no-claims bonus, and its only a measly 330cc scooter. But no one will touch it.