At the moment I wish that my complete cellar room was disposable. The best would be to start a fire and let is burn. It would save me a lot of problems, although the neighbours might not be so happy. We have a cardboard collection every 2-3 months. It used to be a couple of boxes. However we now live in an online time, meaning that just order it on the computer, telephone or whatever and you get it by post – in a box of course. Not only me, but the whole estate, town and village are doing it. It has spread like wildfire and the men that collect it now need a whole day instead of a couple of hours. Luckily my son puts it outside. On the same day there is a paper collection, mostly newspapers. I do not have the daily newspaper any more. It is too expensive and I can read what I want on the computer, although I still get the stupid advertising material which I do not want.

This collection will be on Tuesday next month. OK, but a week later we will have the grand disposable finale when you can put anything outside to be collected: and I again have enough to fill half a truck. This time I have no help from the son, he is working but my lovely cleaning lady, who does more than just clean, will be calling past to help me. When Mr. Swiss left I began to dispose of things no longer necessary. He was a master in keeping things just in case when he bought a new one. I cleared the apartment of unwanted, cleared the hobby room more or less and now it is the cellar that is ready for disposable. I have found things I did not even know we had. Four suitcases, about 6 bags, 3 loudspeakers just to name a few objects, not forgetting a cat door and a king sized broken chinese vase. I will not mention the various items that cannot just be thrown out but are taken to a special place for disposal. Luckily I have a helpful neighbour with a car and she will be helping me to take it there. Will this never end, I just want a nice neat undisposable place to live.

Yes modern life has become disposable.