Titanarum

Today I was asked if it was my bin in photo shown in the ‘Fresia Friend’ post The questioner used to be a friend but, as I divulge our conversation, I’m sure you’ll understand why this person is now merely an acquaintance.

‘You don’t compost vegetable leftovers and newspapers?’

‘I compost what I please when I please’ I replied. ‘Doesn’t everybody?’

‘I thought you had turned over a new leaf?  What with the council giving you free recycling boxes and you having no less than three 100 litre containers?’

‘Yeah. And your point is?’

 ‘That you aren’t practicing what you preach.’

How dare this person, whom I shan’t bother to give a gender, claim the moral high ground? I’m not having it. Doesn’t it suffice that I watched Hugh’s Chicken Run and Jamie’s Fowl Dinners and no longer eat battery chicken (not even in take-aways and ready meals, apart from now and again)? What more does the world want?

‘We all have a responsibility to the planet and to future generations. And you, of all people, ought to know it.’

I couldn’t bear it. With no answer to offer I did the only thing I could: hung up.