While we've always had a habit of recycling at home in Singapore, it's a very simple platform split across a number of categories- plastics, paper and cardboard, glass, metals, and e-waste. Then we lug all the sorted stuff to the recycling bins at the corner of the estate and chuck them into the huge (labelled) wheelie bins at any time of the day at our choosing. Not difficult. Many other items also go into the general waste bin and eventually get bagged and thrown down the rubbish chute of the flat. But in UK (and probably Germany, Norway and Sweden), it gets a bit more complicated (relative to perceptions) since there're specific color-coded bags for the respective items, and to only put out recycling bags and boxes at a designated timing prior to collection times.
In the London flat, I stared at the color-coded recycling bags, frowned and decided not to be a smart-ass. I've forgotten which's for what. Went online to find out the items required to go into the green recycling box, the white recycling tall bag, wheelie bin and landfill waste. The pale yellow trash bag pictured above is for food waste. Only food. Please don't place the take-out containers with it. One could only use up to three bags a week. Three. Which means if I've food waste, it goes into another air-tight box before being scrapped out into this pale yellow bag. Fine. Seriously, if I can get my hands on more bags, how would they know if I've maxed out the quota of three somehow?! Now you know why gloves are my best friends. In Singapore, two sets of gloves will suffice. London, I've about five sets of kitchen gloves for every conceivable reason.
Before we go to bed every night, the trash must be sorted. Or if we don't really have trash, then it's done every two days. Can't just leave it be. We don't want the flat to stink. But it does call up all my OCD tendencies. Instead of blowing my nose into a tissue to be thrown into a bin to unhygienically sit for days, I ermm hunch over a sink, then wash my hands, nose and face assiduously after. Sorting out trash isn't tedious lah. It can be rather therapeutic, like the washing of dishes by hand (which I love) instead of turning on the dishwasher. Still, it's a household chore. YAWN.