HOW I hanker for the good old dustbin days, those halcyon days when what you threw away went into a single bin and was carried away, never to be seen again. 
Ah, how I miss the jovial bin men ready with a joke, eager to oblige and grateful for a tip at Christmas.
Very retro, I admit, but none the worse for that. 
These days we are cluttered with blue, green, brown and now even red disposal receptacles, for which we are held responsible by faceless bodies somewhere on the continent, “Brexit” notwithstanding. 
Isn’t this a function until all too recently a duty of the local council? 
Isn’t it what we used to pay for? 
Come to think of it, we are still paying and for something we have to do ourselves.
Forgive me but isn’t there something very wrong here?

Julian R Powell
Larch Grove
Malpas Park
Newport