It’s just a matter of choice

THERE is cake smeared all over the table (and only God knows where else), soggy sangas and cordial cups standing like crumpled, wounded soldiers. In short, the aftermath of a child’s birthday party.

By this point a parent’s reserves are getting low. You’ve most-likely succumbed to the party lollies during the height of the mania and that initial sugar rush has descended into a sickly low that makes you want to escape to somewhere for a lie-down like a drunken fool. But first, there is a party crime scene to attend to.

After attending a child’s birthday party of a close mum friend, I watched with envy as she swept the entire remnants of the birthday bash into the main bin. There was no sorting plastic from general waste. No stressing over straws. There was a cold and hard look in her eye as she turfed the lot.

You could almost hear the cries of birthday children past: “But what about the environment?”

Yes, the environment. Our responsibility. We voracious consumers need to keep it in mind. I once snuck a plastic cup into a main bin and looked sideways while doing it, wondering if I would be publicly shamed for the transgression.

Funki Trunki is a brilliant concept and a reminder to all us time-poor parents and carers that we need to continue the dreaded after-party bin sorting or even better, don’t choose plastic in the first place.