Monday, January 19, 2009
Bins, Continued; Only Read This If You Are Extremely Bored Because It's Boring.
In the dark in winter, I have just discovered, you can't tell which is the Green Bin and which is the Black Bin, because there is no smell of rotting food from the Green Bin to tell you. I tried to guess and almost put the wrong rubbish in the wrong bin, because night-time makes both bins a foggy greyish colour and they look identical.
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Helen, don't know about you but I'm in the market for a good head-torch - I have the same probs viz the bins! I found myself coveting the article worn by our milk lady earlier this week - How sad is that?!
Talking of boring...
It's almost as if nature has plotted to remove the two 'B.I.S.''s, really (Bin Identification Signals, as we say in the trade). Those being colour and aroma. The dark morning removing the visual clue, and the drop in temperature preventing the food waste from releasing it's whiff. I wonder if this has a parallel scenario in the natural world, involving hibernation or coccons and suchlike?
*Ponders off....*
I meant cocoons... wish I could work out how to edit these...
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