What a waste!
Rubbish
I was looking today at my yard. from the car, well I had to it was raining! I thought it would be nice if it were perfectly tidy and clean and perfect. Well it’s not - ok! With all the good will in the world it never is as organized as you want it. I did visit a friend of mine’s yard as well today and mine in comparison looks as clean as a surgery! His was a real mess. Perfectly good materials were ruined or on the way to ruin. When we talk of saving the planet I wonder just how many perfectly good products and materials end up costing someone a fortune to skip, filling landfill sites with things that could be of use to someone.
I was talking to the guys concerned and telling them of the stuff I used to get given to me to send to Romania. I used to scrounge all sorts of plumbing fittings, paint by the lorry load that had been mixed to the wrong shade, bath suites with a small scratch on them. They all work perfectly but can’t be sold. Do we really know how lucky we are? Romania, then the Haiti earthquake as I write, everything has a value to someone. Don’t throw it give it to someone else. If it ain’t broke don’t throw it - recycle it or Freecycle - search online for details to allow people to recycle to each other unwanted items for free. What a great idea. If in our little part of the world we can save some of this rubbish then we really can make a difference.
Thank you would have done!
A little while back when I was young and nimble……. OK ages ago then, I was on an external decoration job with Vic my old cohort. Vic was a great character when working with me. In a previous life he had worked for Champion spark plugs. For Vic it was always a challenge getting up in the morning proof came to us when there was an old photo of the Champion head office building. On the main wall was a big clock and the time on it was 9.15 am. If you look carefully you could see someone running to get into work….. yes Vic! The camera doesn’t lie eh.
Back to me being nimble: Vic and I were working on this job when I in the front of the house heard a noise. It was a kind of tapping noise. I could not work out where it was coming from. After about three or four bouts of this tapping I looked at the house opposite to where I was. There was an old lady in the porch tapping the glass whilst she was laying on the floor. She had not got the key to open the porch door and the front door had shut behind her leaving her trapped with no windows there was no air and she was nearly passing out.
I sprung into action and got a ladder went to the side gates got over them and got a ladder around to the back garden. I put the ladder up and then got a roof ladder over as well. This went up and hooked onto the ridge tiles. I clambered up on to the main roof to the dormer window at the rear of the property. The fanlight was open. I managed to open it up and reach around to open the main window. There was a lot of ladies perfumes and bottles on the dresser. I somehow managed to get the dresser clear and get myself into the window and over the dresser.
Meanwhile the school backing onto the rear garden had drawn a bemused crowd watching my ”milk tray” ad copycat antics! I got in and ran downstairs and opened the front door from the inside. A gasp of air came from the old lady in the porch. She then grabbed the keys for the porch door opened the door muttered she was late got in her car and drove off leaving me standing there.
To say I was bemused, bewildered and not sure what to do was an understatement! I looked at Vic and we were both aghast and didn’t know what to do now. Still we didn’t have too much time to discuss it as the police turned up to help us! To be fair, I could not have made this lot up could I? What old lady was trapped in this porch they asked? Well she’s gone I replied. What leaving an open property with you just having broken in through a window in front of one hundred witnesses?
It was only my client who came over to verify my role in all of this that shortened the line of inquiry! Help old ladies again mmmmmmmmmmmm of course I would, but only in bungalows!
