Rant and recycling

Just going to have a public whinge (not that anyone will read it!) about my Lib-Dem candidate for the local elections. I won't even mention her name but the level of "mail" we have received recently has got beyond a joke. I was beginning to wonder whether our paper recycling bin was big enough. Finally, we got a telephone call this evening to remind us to vote. I wasn't rude even though we voted at lunchtime but, in a fit of pique, I wouldn't tell the caller who we had voted for. I just hope she keeps in contact if she gets in. Fat chance!
Mind you, I received my latest free gift from the council this week. Hull CC have told each household they can have a compost bin for nothing. Barbara allowed me to get one. She had the management of a wormery a few years ago and it all went wrong so she was reluctant to get another. Hopefully we can get some compost from this one. It's gone next to the water butt and we've made a start. Barbara doesn't think we will generate enough compostable waste but I think we'll be okay with the veg and fruit peelings and a bit of grass.
Barbaras green credentials are impeccable. For years she sorted our garbage while I was away and took it to the bins. However, plastic bags were still piling up as we'd forget to reuse them. We now have a few bags for life after watching this weeks programme in the BBC Natural World strand about Hawaii. The final scenes with the contents of young Laysan Albatross stomachs was truly horrific. Their parents think anything floating is food and most of it is plastic garbage. The chicks are fed it and then their stomach is so full of plastic they starve to death or at the very least are too weak to fly. What sort of a world are we leaving for our grandkids?
We went across to do our babysitting duties. A momentous week. Kirsten was 4 last Sunday and Rowan is 8 tomorrow, Friday. On top of that, Phil got his new car. The house seemed to be full of cards and gifts for Kirsten. Next week, it will be all Rowans. Expensive week as it's Mums birthday on Sunday.
Finding out more and more about the birdwatching possibilities around PARKs. I should really have a look at a map as I keep turning corners and finding new vistas before me. To be fair, I don't really have that much time as Kirsten is only at nursery from 9am to 11.30am. I can't go off into the wilds in case of emergency. Not fair on Barbara either.