Tipped
Posted: Fri 23 December, 2022 Filed under: Domestic, Getting Organised, Green 3 Comments »Earlier this week I finally took my (currently) last load of cardboard to the local recycling facility. (Or “tip” as it used to be known) It was, I think, the last stage of the whole moving process, although I’ve kept the cardboard moving boxes just in case.
All told it’s been four carloads, and I’ve spread that over a few weeks (mainly through my own idleness and disorganisation, admittedly) so it’s taken time, but it’s been good and pain-free, which is what matters. One thing you can say for Ikea – fucking hell they use a lot of cardboard! The packaging for three bookcases, a bed, a wardrobe, two chairs and a sofa takes up a fair amount of space.
Thankfully I’ve had the garage to hold the cardboard in the meantime, rather than it clogging up the house – although that also contributes to why it took longer to get done, as it was a case of “out of sight, out of mind”.
Anyway, I’m happy that the jobs are done. It’s a good feeling.
Round here they are known as “household waste recovery centres”. Or not, as the case may be – hardly trips off the tongue, does it? 🙂
And they charge for taking many things: rubble, soil, plasterboard,cement.
And then wonder why there is so much fly tipping that costs the county council a small fortune to clear up.
Also, many people who have allotments or veg gardens are looking for large cardboard to cover the ground before planting. Charles Dowding’s ‘No Dig’ method is trendy (and sensible, just for once!).
If you have any more in the future, perhaps you could try offering it for free on your local area FB, NextDoor (or whatever) site?
*surveys pile of cardboard in the garage for future gardening use – which is bigger than Mi1dred – and smiles*
Ah, fair enough, I wasn’t aware of that.
My council seem to be pretty switched on about the whole thing – plus having access to an incinerator to generate heat/energy out of stuff instead of landfilling it – so I don’t mind using the tip, to be honest.
Also, it’s only at the other end of town, so it’s maybe a five-minute drive to get there – which is a lot nicer than the 20-30 minutes each way for Bedfordshire once the other local council got snotty about non-residents using that one (8 miles away, instead of 17ish) And yes, they couldn’t work out why so there was suddenly so much more fly-tipping either. Dicks.