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Sic transit gloria
I know I will get accused of being a spoilsport, but: can we please ban foiletti – and their cousins, metallic party balloons? Governments in the UK have recently moved to ban “single use” plastics. The Scottish Government has positionined itself as leading the way in this respect. As part of the fanfare surrounding Read More…
Spilt milk
There is no point crying over spilt milk. A saying, that until last week I would have wholeheartedly agreed, with only one exception: breastmilk. In my experience there are often several very good reasons to cry if you spill breastmilk. The first being the misery of having spent an hour pumping to get a measly Read More…
The Patient Bride
Waste Stories was recently approached by Bruno Noriega, a fourth-year Film and Media student at the University of Stirling and friend of Phoebe and Marvin. He wanted to know a bit more about the project and to use it as a focus for a photojournalism assignment. Last Saturday, George and I went for a Read More…
A Feast of Souls
Night falls. The last light fades from the sky. The white of the snow, the bright red and glossy green of the holly: all turn to grey. Inside, Julia shivers and pulls the curtains tight. Marguerite wimpers in the corner. “Shhh! You must keep quiet, especially now. Dusk is the most dangerous time.” “But Read More…
The Smiling Snowman
He was smiling still, the wooden snowman with the broken nose. He wondered: if his nose hadn’t been knocked off, what would he smell? He had some interesting companions in the pile he had recently joined. An old toilet; some pencil crayons – pink, orange, brown and blue; a VHS video tape (he remembered when Read More…
Wash or waste? A microplastics dilemma
Hannah’s recent post about stained clothes is on my mind. It’s Saturday morning and George is out at work, cleaning the pub. I’m wondering what kind of cleaning cloths he’ll bring home today. I know it doesn’t sound like something worth wondering about, but it has become a source of uncertainty for me, and Read More…
For the love of pisgetti!
I grimaced as Noah used his sleeve to wipe the tomato sauce off of his chin for the third time. “Yummm, I love pisgetti mummy! It’s my favourite you know.” “It’s tasty, isn’t it?” I replied smiling, “try to use the cloth rather than your sleeve to clean your face though bud OK?” I’m a Read More…
Christmas with Stirling Community Food – Waste Hero
It’s Boxing Day and I want to write about Stirling Community Food (SCF, otherwise known within the Wilbertson household as Waste Reduction). I’ve mentioned it in a couple of other Waste Stories posts (most recently in Flower Food) but I haven’t yet explained what it is; I’ve been planning to write more directly about Read More…
The box of lost treasure
I wasn’t working last night. Or not at first. Perhaps not at the end. I was on a mission to find a small pouch or bag, perhaps the kind that you might be gifted jewellery or a small trinket in, or perhaps the kind that a Tooth Fairy might carry. I had practised my Read More…