Ernie is alive in me
My recycling obsession is reaching absurd new heights. My fourth floor colleagues can testify to the misery that I rain down on them if they carelessly print a document single-sidedly, the fun I have watching them trying to work the printer in the mornings as I’ve turned it off the night before and the wrath induced by the ultimate cardinal sin of binning the IRN-BRU can rather than washing, squashing, recycling the cheerfully coloured little fellow.
But (and hold your breath, readers for this is shameful) I’ve just taken an old paper cup, purchased from my local organic wholesome coffee shop, back into the shop to be replenished with a new latte. Not only that but I carefully circled the cup in advance with a little cardboard hoop that stops you burning your hands. This from Starbucks. The ultimate absurdity is that the cup itself from my local organic shop is some super dooper container that is entirely made from recycled materials and is then fully compostable. Really, I deserved it to dissolve in my hands on refilling.
But you can not say that I am not living Ernie the elephant’s dream.
Tags: recycling