There's always something very satisfying about taking lots of cardboard and bottles to the waste transfer unit, or, as one would far more clearly say in England, to the tip. Never mind the conspicuous consumption behind the empty boxes from Amazon, or the rather more healthy consumption that underlies the presence of lots of green Mountain Valley bottles (though, yes, we could have settled with the slightly dubious taste of the stuff from the tap) - it always feels that one's done something very praiseworthy by taking the trouble to recycle such things (for those of you outside of Eldorado, one can't put glass in one's recycling bin here). And yes, I know very well the degree of smug self-delusion that I'm indulging in when I treat myself to a feel-good trip to the tip.
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