At Christmas, it's always been our family tradition to pull a cracker, though I haven't personally bought any crackers for many years now. Last week we used up all the crackers that my parents had accumulated over the years. Out popped the usual rubbish including a plastic paperclip, a pen with a limited ink supply to add to the mountainous pen collection acquired from trade and charity promotions, a 'magic' set of three playing cards, a plastic whistle, a tangle of wire to be untangled, an assortment of paper hats that didn't always fit a person's head even if they were in the mood to wear one, riddles that weren't in the slightest bit funny although they might have helped to fill the room with the sound of people actually trying to work out the answers, jokes that were not jokes, and suggestions for charades which I suppose helped proceedings along a little bit. Then, of course, the paper wrappings, cardboard inners, foil trimmings, and cardboard snapper that all went in the bin afterwards. I hope to remember not to bother buying more in the future and save the burden of adding to the landfill. I suppose I'm going to get "Don't be so miserable" type comments if I leave it there. I think a happier and less wasteful time could be had by thinking a bit more about purpose and packaging when we're out there shopping. Happy New Year.
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| New Year's Eve: Cheers from mum and I. |
New Year's Day Walk
From Rossall Beach to Anchorsholme (Little Bispham) and back.
Rossall Beach: storm — tossed debris is building up
Cleveley Beach didn't seem too bad, but for some reason, the beach at Rossall, north of FBKafe and The Venue, seems to be the place where the rubbish accumulates.
Just wondering what Plan A is, never mind what Plan B might be.
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