Rubbish

It was so nice waking up late on a Monday morning. I’m waiting for the fireplace man to come round and I’m not entirely sure when he’s arriving (some time before 11.30am) but I didn’t have to get up at 7.15am so that was good.

Over the weekend I helped tidy G’s room. G had sent me an e-mail on Friday saying “I’m a bit worried about you seeing my room. It’s even more messy than when you saw it last time”. I seem to think there was some episode of Friends where Ross is going out with a girl and goes back to her apartment and it is like a rubbish dump. Well, for some reason that episode came to mind on Friday night. To quote Ross:

“You know how you throw your jacket on a chair at the end of the day? Well, it's like that, only instead of a chair it's a pile of garbage. And instead of a jacket, it's a pile of garbage. And instead of the end of the day, it's the end of time and garbage is all that has survived!”

Anyway, Friday night we spent ages going through loads of stuff and found that there is both a sofa and a floor in G’s room. Amazing! G got a box to put recycling in. G works well with incentives and I kept pointing out how much we had achieved by comparing the very small amount of paperwork being kept as compared to the large boxful that was being chucked out. G is quite into recycling and so I tried to explain it in terms G could relate to “When you leave an envelope on the floor, you are keeping it from its destiny. You’re saying that it can only ever be a used envelope. But by recycling it, you are allowing it to fulfil its destiny. Perhaps it will become a newspaper, perhaps one day you’ll use it again as a piece of printer paper, or perhaps it’s destined to become an envelope again, but this time an airmail envelope that will travel the world. By leaving it on the floor you are holding it back from that destiny”. G nodded in agreement.