RECYCLING - It's not necessarily all good

Ah soup, that staple of the chilly day when you really can't be arsed to chew.

A bowl of soup

On just such a day, I settled me down in front of a recording of 'Secrets of World War II' with a steaming bowl of  Beef and Vegetable. 

Imagine my distress when my teeth closed down onto something hard and scratchy and not at all like the overcooked vegetable cube I was expecting.

I hastily removed the interloper and, peering myopically at it, convinced myself that it was a small piece of wood.  It had branches and everything.

But Wood?  In my soup?!  Surely these are austerity measures gone bonkers?



Before you could say, 'How many varieties?' I packed the little blighter off to the appropriate authority and awaited their response.

Their response was that it was not, in fact, a piece of splintersome timber but a rogue piece of carrot.

However, they did concede that it was several thousand times harder than it ought to be.

A Pile of Logs

A Pile of Carrots

         
They also gifted me with a voucher worth five of your English Pounds.

How exciting.

Unfortunately, the voucher seems to have got caught up with the recycling.
And that was collected yesterday.

Hey ho.