Testing, testing.

Me or the instrument?
Yes.

Feeling "back to rights" I ventured forth, as far as the local recycling centre, little else.

Result ... Paggered. You just don't realise what the old Lurgi does to the system.

I saw this lot and thought of the B&Q "Flycyclers" as I've dubbed them (Part Fly-tipping: part recycling. They have enough, pale green, in their system to go there but insufficient common sense to complete the task. The vast majority of stuff ending up in this one they're too bloody idle to flatten, some of them can't distinguish twixt a carton of well known chocolates and the, waxed, drinks cartons this is intended for.
There are others who'll happily take a 'normous cardboard box there and because it won't fit the, roughly 2'X8", slit they leave it out for some wrinkly old bugger with nothing better to do than nursemaid them.

Oh SHUT UP and go to bed.

Enforced "diet" working well ... Duck butty and small soup lunch: 1 cheese on toast tea and, like Alfred, Lord Tennyson might have said ... "That Shallot".