Today I went to visit a local landfill site. I was the only person who had booked a time slot. I arrived at 11am. I was really looking forward to this. Then another woman turned up, she didn't know about it until the last minute. So we were both driven around the site by the manager who gave us lots of information on how it all works.
I can't write much about it here, because the conversations were dominated by the woman who fired off lots of questions. It was apparent that she had a far better knowledge of the history of the site, so her questions were all very technical. I didn't understand hardly any of it, and when I had a question I had to butt in. In the end I gave up. I wanted to get out of the car but couldn't you are not allowed to go walking around the site on your own.
I don't normally have a panic attack and can cope with most things, but I felt trapped in the car with someone who wouldn't stop talking. I was on the verge of screaming with frustration.
It was interesting for me to see the landfill site from the inside. I have previously explored around the perimeter of it when my car was in the garage for repairs. I wrote a blog post about it in October 2022.
Anyway, I can't tell you much about this visit because I stopped listening. The noise inside the car was too much. With the added noise of the two way radio, and a woman that didn't give me a chance to say anything, I didn't get the full benefit of the tour.
Here are some photo's.
As an antidote to this, I did a couple of hours of litter picking on the Industrial Estate. A dead end road with no one there. Trolley loaded up and a red bag left with the previous one I filled, at the pond, awaiting collection.
Sounds horrid. That’s why I never fly,… being trapped in a window seat for 5 hours after the baby next to me was sick all over the place,.. I have never felt so angry,.. and I couldn’t escape. Norma in Stafford.
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