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Improvising in the kitchen

Essential oil burner

I came home from work today, opened the door and was transported to the outer suburbs olfactorally speaking.

To the tip to be precise… which may or may not be in the outer suburbs… I haven’t been there… that’s what rates are for.

The kitchen bin REALLY needed emptying.

But not onto the floor which is what happened when Groover pulled the plastic bag out of the shiny stainless steel bin and trying to stop the small drips from a hole in said bag managed to tip it over the floor.

Then the house really started to reek.

A shame as we’d done quite a good job in cleaning the house over the weekend.

Apart, obviously, from actually emptying all the bins.

Anyhoo we needed DRASTIC odour manipulation but an essential oil atomiser was not to be found.
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Fear not, says Groover, and he quickly rigged up the above home atomising kit.

Now our house smells of lavender.

Ahhh.

Later it was Dippity’s turn to do the washing up.

She likes to dress for the occasion.

My little maid

Aw.  Cute.

(she did a good job too)

An effluent area

I like to go for a walk along Marine Parade, Cottesloe, one of Perth’s premier beaches. 

The other week I got up early to go for said walk.  It was the day after an early Summer day and at 6.30 in the morning the air was clear with the promise of a lovely warm day.

It was a little breezy and as I walked through the suburb to the beachfront the pages of a copy of “The Financial Review” fluttered past me.

A suburb of affluence I thought as I bent to pick up the pages closest to me.

As I reached Marine Parade I saw that the rest of the paper was scattered along the dunes, caught in the tufty plants that hold the beach sand together along the pathway.

I started picking up pages and as I did several other early morning walkers joined in.

It was lovely, a real sense of “this is a beautiful place and we want to keep it that way”.

We smiled at eachother as we put the papers in the bin.

I even found a bra caught in the bushes.

“How nice”, I thought, “to live in a place where people care about their environment.”

I continued my walk towards the main beach. 

I couldn’t believe my eyes.
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As far as they eye could see the beach, the grassy banks, the footpaths, were covered with rubbish.  The bins were overflowing.

It looked like a rubbish tip, with seagulls wheeling overhead.

People were picking their way through papers, drink bottles, plastics to the sea to swim.

It was appalling.  Disgusting. Embarrassing.

I walked along the beachfront for about 200 metres before turning back inland.

I couldn’t bear to see the beach anymore.  I felt angry. Impotent.

Later that day the rangers came and raked the beach.

It had been a hot day.  Apparently 5000 people converged on Cottesloe that Sunday. 

But in my opinion that does not excuse the behaviour. 

People if it doesn’t fit in the bin – TAKE IT WITH YOU.

Disappointing.

Growing Together

Came home from work yesterday and Groover says “I’m becoming you!”

In what way, I enquire…

It turns out they’d just been to the beach (Cottesloe) and as it was a hot day (38) so had half of Perth.  Groover was disgusted by the amount of rubbish just left on the beaches.

Go walking with me and I tend to pick up rubbish as I go – I hate seeing it left in beautiful places – I don’t want Australia to end up like London – do the English not know how to put rubbish in a bin?? – anyway apparently Cottesloe beach looked like a tip complete with obligatory seagulls.

Why do people do that? Why can’t they take their rubbish with them? And why doesn’t the council – knowing there was going to be a lot of extra people on the beach over the weekend – roster people to clear out the bins so that people are encouraged to put their rubbish in them?
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I know a lot of the beachgoers don’t live in Cottesloe and that Cott ratepayers have to pay to provide said rubbish collectors – but if the result is that their beach isn’t covered with litter – isn’t it worth it?

It’s not as if they can’t afford it. And besides they have the privilege of living in such a beautiful part of the world.

I’m not saying that beachgoers are blameless. It’s appalling that they would stoop (or maybe not stoop…) to let their rubbish fall where they stand. They should pick up their litter. However, lets be honest.  If you caught a train to the beach, you are not going to want to take your litter home with you…

Come on Cottesloe – lift your game.