IT’S MY LIFE
PERHAPS I’ve been given this writing gig in order to save you all. Not in a religious way but in a ‘Don’t make the same mistakes as I did’ way. Well, if that is the case here is another lesson from my life.
As I’ve shared before, occasionally I recycle. For a few hours, I become a little unhinged and pack numerous black bags with clothes. I then develop a form of blindness which allows me to ignore them for weeks.
Worryingly, my blindness appears to be contagious, affecting yer man and my children. As time passes the bags begin to leak. It is only when the floor becomes littered with clothes that miraculously my blindness lifts. Horrified at the mess I transfer the bags to my car where they enjoy many drives in my company to everywhere but the recycling centre.
Perhaps it was the fact they’d now begun to leak in my boot, but last week I finally got there. As I dropped each bag into the recycling bin I was struck by how simple a task it is. Resolving to do it more often, I reached into my pockets for the keys. They were empty. I dug deep into my three-inch pockets. Definitely empty. I looked at the giant mouth of the recycling bin. Had that
“For a few hours, I become a little unhinged and pack numerous black bags with clothes. I then develop a form of blindness which allows me to ignore them for weeks