One day this week I celebrated Memory Lapse Day with a vengeance.
Where I live the wheelie bins are emptied on a regular basis, 'everyday' rubbish is collected weekly, recycling and gardening stuff every two weeks. With the amount of recycling stuff growing faster than weeds in the garden it is imperative that we dispose of it ASAP.
Paper is the worst, I have never seen so much. I don’t have newspapers yet there is always a couple of bulky ones to dispose of. Most of them advertise houses for sale and all the estate agents put out their adverts, which creates bigger and better newspapers each week. Sometimes the recycling section of the wheelie bin is so full I can hardly shut the lid.
I start on Sunday and continue on Monday, ready for the Tuesday collection. Yes, it takes me that long because more and more unwanted paper keeps coming through my letterbox. There’s hardly any ordinary rubbish because of this recycling.
Now, this is where the story really starts. The following is part of the email I sent to my stepdaughter in Oz.
‘Today was memory lapse day with a vengeance. It was also refuse and recycling collection day which meant a last minute look around for stuff to get rid of. Actually did most of it over the weekend but there's always more empty bottles and stuff that I can throw out, plus more paper. I found more of the latter then started to break up a box I had overlooked. One was a LARGE box that had been lying around for a while so I decided it was time for it to go. ONLY...web it was YOUR BOX, that I had completely forgotten about .’
(something ordered and despatched to me in the UK to await her visit to the UK)
‘Don't panic, after examining the vast amount of brown paper and wondering what the heck it was I began the task of straightening it in readiness for recycling bin. It was then my memory returned and the three packets (which were beneath what seemed to be about 15 feet of crumpled paper, not wrapped, just shoved in and which could have been missed) are now safe. Amazon has stopped putting delivery notes in parcels so there was nothing to see but crumpled brown paper. It took me about 15 minutes to unravel the paper in order to hand it over to the paper recycle-rs but I knew they wouldn't want the nail polish.
On receipt I had put the box in a place in the front room where it would be safe!!!!!!
I look forward to a reprimand.’
Word to self, in future write everything down….. if I remember!
Thankfully, I wasn’t reprimanded.