The food waste kitchen sink drama
Last month I arrived home just in time to catch a team of men in overalls dropping off food waste caddies down our road. I gather they were from the council, although perhaps not as they seem bemused that most of the detached Victorian properties on the street had been converted into flats. Not enough caddies to go round, you see.
As I live about halfway down the street I was lucky enough to get a caddy. Three weeks on, and some of my neighbours are still waiting for theirs. Mine also came with instructions and compostable bin liners – others didn't. A few teething troubles, then.
Dealing with food waste, well, it's a messy one. A sticky subject. For starters, the family who live below me are Sri Lankan and as they looked blankly at the caddies, I realised that it would take more than a leaflet to explain to them what was going on. They still haven't got their head around which materials go in which recycling boxes.
I talked them through it, told them the smaller caddy had to be placed in their kitchen, showed them how to use the liners and promised it wouldn't smell because you could lock the lid. I asked them what they thought about it all – they just shrugged their shoulders. I don't think they really cared, truth be told.
As for me, well I'm up for it – until the bin liners run out, at least. And then what? We are expected to buy our own … hmm. Or use newspaper. Well that should be fun. I do like the idea of helping out my council, and of putting my food waste (what little there is of it) to good use, but not if it's going to be awful messy and not if I'm going to be out of pocket.
Perhaps I'm being a little too honest here for my own good. But you can bet most people down my street are thinking like me. So lets see how it goes. The other thing to note is that these caddies, unless they are weighed down, dance around like feathers in the wind and get bashed up something rotten.
A few have already spilled their guts out onto the pavements, coating the concrete with baked beans, egg shells and chicken bones. Now will the council clean that up as well?
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