BTW, common practice here, if you have anything in the way of metal/electrical goods to get rid of, is to simply leave it on the pavement for the local scrap merchants to pick up. This, I suspect, is not entirely by-the-book, but the items tend to disappear very quickly indeed.
Same here, and they tend to come round on bin day.
(A)t first, they said that we could put a little bit of garden waste into our bins. Then they changed their mind because (a) they feared people would abuse it and (b) their refuse-to-power incinerator would not be happy. So we have to hang onto that, too.
We too have a garden waste collection: I use it maybe once every couple of years to get rid of brambles so I don't follow it closely, but I think it's still running.
But if you have a garden that produces waste, haven't you got room for a compost heap? If nothing else, in the current circumstances, if one of the waste collections must be dropped, then surely this should be the first one to go, followed by recycling and keeping residual waste (which is likely to include unsanitary waste as well) going as long as possible.
Four times a year we have pick-ups for household waste that is too big for our regular bins -- just stack it neatly in our alleys and they come and remove it. Yesterday I put out the remains of two sheds* which my handyman recently tore down for me. Within a couple of hours they had been picked up by someone apparently interested in the scrap metal. I was pleased -- I'd rather have things recycled than wind up in a landfill.
*Sorry, you can't call me "Two Sheds" since I had three, and I now have one.
I'm not quite following. What do you think happened? I'd say that most 80 yr olds couldn't manage putting that stuff out. So...thieves? A worker who stopped and left?
Thx.
Its called flytipping - a disgusting practice where ignorant, antisocial neanderthals take their refuse (anything from a bag of waste-paper to the contents of a house) and just dump it where they can't be seen. Farm gateways, sports fields, common land, beachfronts - you name it, some moron will decide its the perfect place for his filth.
In addition to individuals there are also "rogue" waste disposal firms: a householder will pay them to take their garbage to a proper, authorised facility but the bogus firm will just dump the stuff - see this story and photographs.
The couple whose driveway was blocked by it are socially isolating and haven't even walked to the end of their driveway for 3 weeks.
A wonderfully outspoken neighbour of mine found two alien rubbish bags dumped on her doorstep on the day when the rubbish collection was due. She opened one of the bags and rifled around until she found an envelope, addressed to someone living just a couple of streets away. She lugged the bags round to his flat, knocked on his door, and said "Excuse me, I think these belong to you!" Apparently he shamefacedly took them back
A wonderfully outspoken neighbour of mine found two alien rubbish bags dumped on her doorstep on the day when the rubbish collection was due. She opened one of the bags and rifled around until she found an envelope, addressed to someone living just a couple of streets away. She lugged the bags round to his flat, knocked on his door, and said "Excuse me, I think these belong to you!" Apparently he shamefacedly took them back
I love it!
"Kid, we found your name on an envelope at the bottom of ab' a half a ton of garbage, and just wanted to know if you had any information about it."
A wonderfully outspoken neighbour of mine found two alien rubbish bags dumped on her doorstep on the day when the rubbish collection was due. She opened one of the bags and rifled around until she found an envelope, addressed to someone living just a couple of streets away. She lugged the bags round to his flat, knocked on his door, and said "Excuse me, I think these belong to you!" Apparently he shamefacedly took them back
Our council has suspended garden waste collections for the forseeable future. I have a compost heap and a wormery but donate to the council all the stuff I don't want in my compost like weeds, brambles, any branches that need secateurs, and plants that spread at the roots and so come back at the drop of a hat (bluebells, acanthus and alstromeria being the worst offenders here.)
Mine is still doing collections, but I don't have enough of their sacks, and the supply of them in my village has disappeared. They won't take anything in any other container. I've a lot of woody stuff to dispose of. They are not happy about bonfires, so I guess that means my chiminea can't be used for the purpose.
Bonfires produce smoke, which is not a good thing for the body dealing with virus. Someone round here has a barbecue on the go, from the smell.
My bluebells, from the wood where Mum's ashes were spread, have disappeared. I suspect woodmice. There was a hole.
My Council is still collecting everything, but the recycling is being dumped because it is sorted in part by people. I've decided to not put my recycling bin out as it's not full, Hopefully by the time it is full recycling will be happening again.
I similarly condemn to Hell the wee toe-rags who sprayed some very nasty graffiti on the walls of Kirkwall Grammar School the other day: not just unpleasant, but libellous against someone who I presume* is one of the school staff.
* As it's almost 40 years to the day since I left that establishment, I'm a bit out of touch ...
Our local Catholic Charities had their shed STOLEN from the front patio. They purchased the shed with our community donated funds, and had paid for a shed platform to be built with donated funds. They were all set to have someone to put the shed together. They always hire local people from our town to do the work for them.
They help people with food distributions, utility bills rental assistance, Seniors, disabled, undocumented and anyone struggling to make ends meet. What is wrong with someone that they think stealing from those helping their own community is okay. I feel both sad and angry that this happened to this organization who does nothing but good for our community.
Fireworks. The setting off of one or two around 8.00 p.m. on Thursday nights when others are outside acknowledging, in their chosen noisy fashion, the NHS and carers seems to have become the norm around here and whilst I dislike fireworks intensely for numerous reasons, I can live with the occasional ones. It is not OK to set them off for the rest of the evening.
The continued fly-tipping at the disused garages at the end of my garden. I seem to be sending new pictures of it all every day.
And whilst I'm here there is absolutely no need to throw the eggs shells from the eggs fried on a barbeque into the alleyway rather than into a bin. Mind you, it's an improvement on the dog shit which also gets thrown over the fence into the alley way. I do have such delightful across the alleyway neighbours.
If you can bring yourself to do so, throw the eggshells, and dogshit, discreetly back over the fence...
Meanwhile, TICTH the relentless East Wind (aka Black Breath of Mordor), which seems to have been blowing for ever, and is giving me a headache. It makes my ears feel tight, as though they could do with loosening by a quarter-turn, but that really isn't viable...
If you can bring yourself to do so, throw the eggshells, and dogshit, discreetly back over the fence...
I keep a small scoop thing for this very purpose! I'm up earlier than most people in my part of the world and they are more inclined to the nocturnal so I've never been spotted throwing stuff back...
I'm ashamed to say that two of my favorite TV shows are, "Fear Thy Neighbor," and its British counterpart "The Nightmare Neighbour Next Door."
Trouble often begins with something like Japes's eggshell mess, then there's "having it out", followed by even more eggshells, followed by calling the police (U.S) or the council (UK), then follows more arguments, blocked driveways, children upset, loud noises in the night... until...the American gets fed up and shoots someone,
or the British person knocks over someone's wheelie bin.
... then follows more arguments, blocked driveways, children upset, loud noises in the night... until...the American gets fed up and shoots someone,
or the British person knocks over someone's wheelie bin.
My washing machine again. As well as a knackered bearing, it has now developed an internal leak so the base gets enough water in it to trigger the flood protection cut-out two-thirds of the way through every other load. We will be getting a new one this week, but we'll have to borrow a sack barrow to remove this one, and hope the scrap-men come by and nick it as John Lewis aren't currently doing their install and recycle service.
My washing machine again. As well as a knackered bearing, it has now developed an internal leak so the base gets enough water in it to trigger the flood protection cut-out two-thirds of the way through every other load. We will be getting a new one this week, but we'll have to borrow a sack barrow to remove this one, and hope the scrap-men come by and nick it as John Lewis aren't currently doing their install and recycle service.
Empathy
The only differences are 1) my washing machine is not working at all and has not for the last four week plus
2) The flat is too small to contain two washing machines and I have no way of getting it down the stairs.
I managed to get a new washing machine bought just before shutdown & should have been delivered into my flat. However the rules had changed and the delivery company would only bring it to the flat door (2nd floor flat). They wouldn't bring it just inside and up the wee bit from whence I could manoeuvere it. I would then have needed to get someone else out to install as it required removing the neighbouring cupboard and sink to get the old one out. And then someone to take the old one away (can't get it downstairs & even if I could, there is no large item waste pick up). The new washing machine is still in the warehouse until they are permitted to deliver it into my flat...
Fortunately one of the local launderettes is still open for service wash only, for which I am hugely grateful.
Golly, it's quite quiet here. Though I notice an empty bucket in the garden I used for the recently planted out rhubarb has fallen over.
Elon Musk whose celestial vandalism means I'm going to have to be up about 10 pm so someone can photograph his "string of pearls".
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We too have a garden waste collection: I use it maybe once every couple of years to get rid of brambles so I don't follow it closely, but I think it's still running.
But if you have a garden that produces waste, haven't you got room for a compost heap? If nothing else, in the current circumstances, if one of the waste collections must be dropped, then surely this should be the first one to go, followed by recycling and keeping residual waste (which is likely to include unsanitary waste as well) going as long as possible.
*Sorry, you can't call me "Two Sheds" since I had three, and I now have one.
Its called flytipping - a disgusting practice where ignorant, antisocial neanderthals take their refuse (anything from a bag of waste-paper to the contents of a house) and just dump it where they can't be seen. Farm gateways, sports fields, common land, beachfronts - you name it, some moron will decide its the perfect place for his filth.
In addition to individuals there are also "rogue" waste disposal firms: a householder will pay them to take their garbage to a proper, authorised facility but the bogus firm will just dump the stuff - see this story and photographs.
The couple whose driveway was blocked by it are socially isolating and haven't even walked to the end of their driveway for 3 weeks.
I love it!
I'm so glad someone recognized this great piece of American culture!
Bonfires produce smoke, which is not a good thing for the body dealing with virus. Someone round here has a barbecue on the go, from the smell.
My bluebells, from the wood where Mum's ashes were spread, have disappeared. I suspect woodmice. There was a hole.
I similarly condemn to Hell the wee toe-rags who sprayed some very nasty graffiti on the walls of Kirkwall Grammar School the other day: not just unpleasant, but libellous against someone who I presume* is one of the school staff.
* As it's almost 40 years to the day since I left that establishment, I'm a bit out of touch ...
When the morning's must-do tasks have been completed the three of us are going to join our CSO to go through the latest flytip in search of clues.
Maybe the stocks should be re-introduced for the purpose of punishing such offenders?
The same applies to the Evil Ones who robbed @BroJames' sister's house.
Although (to lighten things a bit) did you hear the story of the well-known burglar who was observed kicking in his own front door?
"What are you doing?", a passer-by asked. The reply: "I'm working from home".
They help people with food distributions, utility bills rental assistance, Seniors, disabled, undocumented and anyone struggling to make ends meet. What is wrong with someone that they think stealing from those helping their own community is okay. I feel both sad and angry that this happened to this organization who does nothing but good for our community.
The continued fly-tipping at the disused garages at the end of my garden. I seem to be sending new pictures of it all every day.
And whilst I'm here there is absolutely no need to throw the eggs shells from the eggs fried on a barbeque into the alleyway rather than into a bin. Mind you, it's an improvement on the dog shit which also gets thrown over the fence into the alley way. I do have such delightful across the alleyway neighbours.
Meanwhile, TICTH the relentless East Wind (aka Black Breath of Mordor), which seems to have been blowing for ever, and is giving me a headache. It makes my ears feel tight, as though they could do with loosening by a quarter-turn, but that really isn't viable...
I keep a small scoop thing for this very purpose! I'm up earlier than most people in my part of the world and they are more inclined to the nocturnal so I've never been spotted throwing stuff back...
I'm ashamed to say that two of my favorite TV shows are, "Fear Thy Neighbor," and its British counterpart "The Nightmare Neighbour Next Door."
Trouble often begins with something like Japes's eggshell mess, then there's "having it out", followed by even more eggshells, followed by calling the police (U.S) or the council (UK), then follows more arguments, blocked driveways, children upset, loud noises in the night... until...the American gets fed up and shoots someone,
or the British person knocks over someone's wheelie bin.
Quotes file!
I'd never knock over anyone's wheelie bin! Just think of the mess to clean up.
An American friend once complimented Mr S with the words 'you can sure tread on a guy's toes without scuffing his shoes', which sums it up nicely!
Empathy
The only differences are 1) my washing machine is not working at all and has not for the last four week plus
2) The flat is too small to contain two washing machines and I have no way of getting it down the stairs.
I managed to get a new washing machine bought just before shutdown & should have been delivered into my flat. However the rules had changed and the delivery company would only bring it to the flat door (2nd floor flat). They wouldn't bring it just inside and up the wee bit from whence I could manoeuvere it. I would then have needed to get someone else out to install as it required removing the neighbouring cupboard and sink to get the old one out. And then someone to take the old one away (can't get it downstairs & even if I could, there is no large item waste pick up). The new washing machine is still in the warehouse until they are permitted to deliver it into my flat...
Fortunately one of the local launderettes is still open for service wash only, for which I am hugely grateful.
Meanwhile, TICTH (again!) the ferocious East Wind, still blowing a gale, and making the otherwise amble-worthy sunshine most uninviting.
I am wearing earplugs AND ear-defenders (the sort of thing autistic peeps use to counter aural overload), and I can STILL hear the wind...
Elon Musk whose celestial vandalism means I'm going to have to be up about 10 pm so someone can photograph his "string of pearls".