Previous routine - open kitchen bin, scrape food into bin, close bin, deal with plate. Take bin outside when full - perhaps up to three times a week depending on volumes.
New routine - locate daft caddy, put plate down whilst lifting up daft caddy from floor in order to open the daft handle, scrape food bits into daft caddy whilst grimacing from the smell of concentrated food stuffs in close proximity to one’s nose shortly after the consumption of an evening meal, put plate down, close daft caddy lid and daft handle to stop the smell, place daft caddy back on floor, deal with plate, empty the daft caddy once or twice a day into outside even dafter larger sister caddy - repeat routine as with small daft caddy of lifting and opening larger daft handle system, grimacing again with the admittedly less concentrated smell but at the same time worrying about all those food liquids that Rachael said I should have minimised (squeezed out of the foods?? With my hands?) beforehand apparently to avoid the daft bags from splitting inside the even dafter larger caddy, closing the daft handle system, and then finally, and rather dejectedly, plodding back inside house.
Watching as two days later the bin men arrive, open the even dafter larger caddy to tip into the back of the truck and grimace once again (I am clearly grimacing a lot these days) as they manage to spill some of the contents onto the road, something that hadn’t happened at all in the previous five years.
Think to oneself, am I alone in considering this is futile and a complete waste of my time? Seemingly yes, given the reactions so far on se23life…
Perhaps I am turning into that grumpy old man rather sooner than I had previously thought.