We took a pile of stuff down the the dump today. I don’t like throwing things away (which is a large part of the problem: thngs accumulate because I can’t bear to throw them away), but it has become necessary – too much stuff has been piling up. The fluffy toys of the title weren’t ours: it was someone we saw there, tipping a whole box of perfectly good toys into the skip. But but but I want to say, there must be someone who wants those… but then again, when the far east pumps out new fluffy toys at such volume at such low price, what margin is there in recycling old ones?
The tip does make an effort: its really called a “recycling centre” and you can recycle cardboard, metals, batteries, timber and even plasterboard. And there is some effort to take useable items out of the waste stream and pass them on. But so much just gets junked. We’re a rich nation, we can afford to buy this stuff and then throw it away, but its so dispiriting. Oh to be poor? Hmmm, you don’t hear many people saying that.
Time to bring out the Wm Morris quote: “Have nothing in your home which you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful”… something to try to live up to, but difficult in these days of vast tides of tat sweeping in. Particularly childrens toys, which are far too plentiful, and thus not really appreciated.