We thought we didn't.
My older son is green (no, not Martian, he cares about the fate of the Earth)..........Recently, he has really made us aware of how little we recycle. We British are perhaps behind everyone about cleaning up our act.
Then we thought "Hang on............."
1.Most of my clothes come from Charity shops. When I worked in the Bank, I never paid more that £5 for a suit (who cared if they were out of fashion); when they needed cleaning, they went back to a charity shop (dry cleaning would have cost more than the suit originally cost me). That would be after my wife had washed the suits (Dry clean ONLY) Hogwash!!!!..Now, most of my clothes belonged to My wife's Dad, My dad, My wife's uncle......... who have all died.
2. Crockery, drinking glasses, cuttlery (mostly) come from Charity shops.
3. I once pulled a Vacuum cleaner out of a dustbin on the main road (yes, I am that sort of an idiot), simply for the flex, if nothing else.
When I plugged it in, it worked! Feverishly, I realised it wasn't aspirating. The knot of hairs and rubbish, stuck in the right angle of a bend in a hose came out quite easily.....
4. A few years ago, (it would have to be, I was cycling then), the saddle post of my old second hand byke wasn't long enough for me. I tried all the shops, in vain.........
One day, on the bike, my knees hitting the handlebars, I passed a houdse that was being demolished. I saw some steel water piping in a skip............
"d'you mind if I take some ?", I asked the builders; "Nah, help yourself "said one guy, looking at me as if I was slightly 'off-balance'.
He didn't know that the diameter of the pipe was the same as the saddle post.
Sure, my byke became rather heavy, but my knees stooped being bashed.........
Any one like that here ? (who will admit to it )
My older son is green (no, not Martian, he cares about the fate of the Earth)..........Recently, he has really made us aware of how little we recycle. We British are perhaps behind everyone about cleaning up our act.
Then we thought "Hang on............."
1.Most of my clothes come from Charity shops. When I worked in the Bank, I never paid more that £5 for a suit (who cared if they were out of fashion); when they needed cleaning, they went back to a charity shop (dry cleaning would have cost more than the suit originally cost me). That would be after my wife had washed the suits (Dry clean ONLY) Hogwash!!!!..Now, most of my clothes belonged to My wife's Dad, My dad, My wife's uncle......... who have all died.
2. Crockery, drinking glasses, cuttlery (mostly) come from Charity shops.
3. I once pulled a Vacuum cleaner out of a dustbin on the main road (yes, I am that sort of an idiot), simply for the flex, if nothing else.
When I plugged it in, it worked! Feverishly, I realised it wasn't aspirating. The knot of hairs and rubbish, stuck in the right angle of a bend in a hose came out quite easily.....
4. A few years ago, (it would have to be, I was cycling then), the saddle post of my old second hand byke wasn't long enough for me. I tried all the shops, in vain.........
One day, on the bike, my knees hitting the handlebars, I passed a houdse that was being demolished. I saw some steel water piping in a skip............
"d'you mind if I take some ?", I asked the builders; "Nah, help yourself "said one guy, looking at me as if I was slightly 'off-balance'.
He didn't know that the diameter of the pipe was the same as the saddle post.
Sure, my byke became rather heavy, but my knees stooped being bashed.........
Any one like that here ? (who will admit to it )