Belgium is big on recycling which is admirable but first you need a degree in working out what goes where, in which bag (each one 2 Euros), collected on which day (you are given a very complicated colour coded calendar) and then the frequent humiliation of the big red sticker on your bag and it being left outside your front door so the neighbours know you got it wrong, yet again. After 3 years, I think I've cracked it but not on large items. These can only go to some EU strictly ruled secret depot which I've yet to find. Anyway, my Dad drove a transit van out from England and very kindly took all my rubbish back for me - not sure my carbon footprint would agree but I am desperately trying to de-clutter before we move. The children are my biggest threat - each time I carefully pack up a box of their stuff - it's found, unpacked and accompanied by tearful declarations of attachment. Coupled with this my list of 'must take' items is poles apart from my husband's. I have solar lights, eco bulbs and numerous light fittings for the house and shack. He has outside table tennis, a basketball stand and a 40" plasma TV on his.............we joined forces on awnings, presumably so he has some shade under which to play ping pong.
Anyway, the removal expert came yesterday did lots of note taking and then informed me that he would drop off some boxes (recyclable of course) to get rid of all my rubbish - I thought I had. He then did lots of head shaking at the unusual destination point (he'd never heard of Dominica of course) and said I should expect a large quote for my 40ft container.
So now I'm waiting for the large quote and making sure I make the most of the rapidly diminishing 40ft space.
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Gosh reading your blog is making me laugh so much. This is just how we were. On our essentials list, I was listing batteries and torches and Paul was listing a kayak. In the end we took far too much silly stuff. Paul really wishes he brought over a mig welder and I regret not bringing more scented candles ;-)
Yeah, we have spent the last 3 Saturday mornings going to Makro to look at the Plasmas. This is the scenario - Andy stands in front of the 40 inches (he knows he won't get away with 50), encourages the children how great it is, then we move on sensibly to light bulbs etc. However, last week, he was more enthusiastic, hoping it would wear off on me, and encouraged the children to hug the TV - well Scarlett's bear hug culminated in it toppling backwards, me just catching it and Scarlett spread eagled on the floor. Hopefully it's out of his system now for a while.
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