A neighbour at La Maison Creme has just called.
‘Nicole, you must come to La Maison Creme TODAY. The lady has just called to fit the chip to your bin. She has left a card. You must call her.’
As the neighbour was quite insistent that this needed to be done today, I have just called to see her.
She thrust the piece of paper in my hand. ‘Dreadful business, we pay enough taxes. Do you know we will have to pay EVERY time we put out the yellow bin (recycling). We aren’t going to use our recycling bin.’
She leans over, and whispers,’We are going to burn all of the cardboard and bury all the plastic and tins.’
‘And another thing’, she continues,’if everyone has to put their bins at the end of the road what is to stop anyone putting their really heavy rubbish into someone else’s landfill bin. You pay by the weight you know. I’m going to wait with my bin until the dustcart arrives.’
I have visions of all the women in Brittany guarding their bins on rubbish collection days!