Things Left Behind…

Just found it…

images-512 Today was bin-day. It is the time of the week when all the neighbourhood join in a collective banishment of waste bins from their immediate premises.

We all have at least three bins, wheely bins (makes it sound all Wacky Races) and each take it in turn to flirt with the bin men. I mis-termed them as ‘the dustbin men’ this morning which tells an awful lot about my age.

Today was green bin day. It still is, until they come and empty it, leave it abandoned in the middle of the public pathway and ride on to other bins to conquer. Occasionally they leave a note on the bin warning us of not cross-contaminating the rubbish. This generally gets screwed up and thrown back into the bin for the following week.

Please don’t mistake my actions for a neanderthal who wishes to poison the earth with unwanted waste, plastic…

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This is the story of what happened to me when anxiety took a grip. I lost my senses, I lost my job, and I lost me. I then turned to writing to find those things that had gone missing. How can you teach when you believe that education is a business that is failing in its primary remit of helping to create a better society? Indeed, how can you teach when you believe that you have nothing of value to pass on? The book/blog is the story of my recovery from the absolute darkness of the early days. It is an Odyssey through my life over the last twelve months and a retracing of my steps to discover how I found myself there. More than all of that, it is a re-evaluation and a rejoicing of all that which I call life. Happy reading and I hope it helps. There is madness, Everyday Madness, and not all of it comes from within. View all posts by mike2all

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