A couple of years ago, I fancied building myself a compost bin. Then the council started up with their green initiatives and said they'd sell us compost bins for a tenner. I took a look, decided it looked better than anything I could build at that price, and bought one.
It's a good composter, still there and still in use. Grass clippings go in there, chopped up bush trimmings, and best of all, shredded bank statements and credit card bills. Identity thieves can't even piece together the bits.
There was also kitchen waste. Vegetable peelings and the like. Even cigarette ends, because with rollups, all you're left with is a few leaves and a bit of paper. I had a little bucket to keep it all in before transferring it to the compost.
That bucket is no more. Kitchen waste only goes to compost if I have enough at one time to make it worthwhile going down the garden to the compost bin. So why have I de-greened this part of my routine?
Well, if you had asked me in the winter, I'd have said it was working perfectly well and I was happy with it.
In summer, the kitchen filled with tiny flies and any attempt to approach that bin sent up a cloud of them. The bin initially moved to outside the back door, but then the crows found it and sweeping it all up again became tiresome. The bin ended up in the bigger bin.
So it's no surprise to find that the brainwashed populace, when asked if they like their new, compulsory, Prison-style slopping out buckets, are happy to go along with the authorities while it's too cold for insect and rodent infestations. They are happy with the handcarts manned by mediaeval men, ringing a bell and shouting 'Bring out your veg' as long as that week-old bucket of rotting muck is controlled by the cold.
Next summer, when those same buckets contain a single lump held together by fungus and are host to a million flies, just watch that attitude change.
Of course, it'll be too late then. The fines for non-compliance will have started.