We’ve had some interesting experiences while trying to de-clutter before the move. Which plastics can be re-cycled and where? It’s a puzzle. A trip to our local recycling centre revealed that I can recycle old videos (yes, remember them?) The commercially made ones have gone to charity, but we don’t record stuff on the blanks any more and had a stack. In fact, the machine itself was deposited in the electrical department of the re-cycling centre. The cardboard cases of the videos went into one skip, the videos into another, special one. Great stuff and well done Charnwood Council. But re-used but broken plastic flower pots had to go into the landfill skip. What a shame! Gardeners I’m sure would love to be able to recycle such items which are practically unavoidable. Once they’ve split I can’t see another way of using them.
Of course, with two avid readers and writers in the house and too much space, we’ve amassed lots of paper. Luckily most of it can go in recycling, taken away by the Council. But they are still using the mixed collections, which I’ve just found out is not the best way of recycling, as the sorting process is automated and bales that become contaminated by the wrong materials can’t be used. That of course is wasteful and all that waste ends up in landfill anyway. This needs to change. We will, no doubt have a different system to deal with when we move as each Council does its own thing. Note to self – investigate this ready for the move. Some paper stuff, due to my partner’s work, is sensitive material, so we shred that and compost it in the garden. Job done!
Old pillows and really old bedding that’s past being re-used is still in the van. I thought there were places that they can be shredded and made into insulation and other such items, but can’t as yet find anywhere. I’d hate to send it to landfill, so will keep on looking.
Old ornaments, clothes and shoes have gone to charity, but what a slog! There never seems to be anywhere near shops to park up and ‘deliver’ boxes of stuff, so lugging it around town has taken longer and was heavier than we thought. The car radio, replaced in my camper when we fitted a CD player, had to be hocked around three charity shops to find one that had the capacity to check it electrically. Books have either gone to charity or, if they turned out to be really valuable, have been put on Amazon. So occasionally a post office queue has to be fitted in to our burgeoning schedule. Either way they get recycled and won’t go to waste. Whew, it’s tiring but satisfying to re-cycle as much as possible, and know a little money is being made for charity along the way.