bunn (bunn) wrote,

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This should not feel like the triumph that it in fact does.

A couple of months ago, our council recycling service, which had started out seeming terribly prompt and efficient - stopped.    The black binbags were still collected, but nobody collected the brightly colour-coded bags of paper, tins, cardboard etc. 

I rang the council, who promised a two-day 'emergency pickup' which duly came and took the recycling away.  And then, silence descended.  No longer was the cheery glass-jingling, tin-can-clashing sound of the recycling lorry heard in our lane. 

I rang the council again.  Several times.  I was enormously polite - indeed, some would say, cheery -  but at the same time, pressing. 

Each time, I was promised someone would be there pronto to take stuff away.  But no-one came.   My neighbour rang the council too.  He was also promised that normal service would resume.  And yet, there was a quite noticeable absence of recycling lorries. 

This week was the seventh week without a recycling pickup.  Now, we lived for years and years without any recycling collections at all, and merely collected our stuff and took it to the nearest recycling depot ourselves, so this should not seem like a problem, but because I had been TOLD there would be people coming to take the stuff away so many times, it somehow seemed like we were missing out.  Many choruses of 'The Garbageman can' were ironically sung. 

Plus, every time I was promised that someone would come to collect the stuff, I would sigh with relief and pile yet more paper card etc outside the house.  Where it would sit, and duly be rained upon,and in due course become the residence of snails. 

This week, I decided the time had come to Make a Fuss.   So,  I rang the council yet again.  And I emailled the council customer service desk.  And I emailled the local elected councillors (Oh the shame, I am sure my father was twirling in his grave: never get policians involved in anything he would say).  And I tweeted the council  (had done this before, but to my amazement, this time I got a reply).  And, finally I tweeted the local press. 

And today, oh frabjous day!  The jolly jingling of the recycling van has returned to our lane!    And to my amazement, I also got an apologetic phonecall from Cory Environmental, the people who have the contract to do all the recycling collections for Cornwall.  Apparently our lane had somehow fallen out of their scheduling system.  

The chap who phoned me, who - I am absolutely certain - has a round red face and a bristling moustache, he just sounded that way - claims adamantly that the first he had heard of the problem was this morning.  Which really makes me wonder where all the 'um, our recycling is STILL HERE' phonecalls made by me and the neighbours ended up... 

So there we go.  The moral of this story appears to be, if your emails are ignored, then Twitter is the way to go?  This just seems wrong!  But at least it worked. 

Tags: cornwall, politics, recycling

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