Insights At The Recycling Bin.

Everybody likes their wine.

Bob had to have an ultra sound done and as it is the time of covid, I had to while away the time in our car outside. A long wait as it seems that everybody had to have their insides looked at. Bob's reason for the visit is a tedious and sore tendon which to add insult to injury, the doctor told him was an usual affliction of middle aged men! Don't know what hurt more....It will get better though.

So, there I was in our car watching the world pass by ( and into the Radiographer's rooms ) in Güssing which caused me to count my lucky stars that both of us are hale and hearty.  Next to where we had parked a hive of activity was taking place. At least I was kept entertained.

Güssing's recycling bins are on the parking lot premises and boy, every minute another car drove up to discard cans and bottles. Two distinct yet different sounds. Cans being dumped clink musically together whilst empty wine bottles crash the party and break with that distinct sound.

It was nice to see others  availing themselves of eh, wine and recycling. All and sundry drove up one at a time, hopped out of their cars, opened boots and proceeded to clean up any evidence of a party. Brilliant. Those that had quite a few extra empties did that furtive look around and as soon as they noticed me watching them pretended to nonchalantly ditch the leftovers of their excesses. Must remember to copy that look when it's my turn at the recycling lot.Nice though, to see a whole town do their environmental bit and also enjoying Burgenland's favourite tipple.

Often it is good to sit and ponder the world around one. A chance to notice and appreciate all that we have and are...

Biggi