Recycling

Today was sunday, the whole family was on the rebound from a freakish case of stomach flu and the sun was shining.
What better way to celebrate than to go to the recycling centre with some of the broken old crap.
After dealing with the old newspapers, the bottles and the christmas tree, I went to the electrical deposit station.
The recycling nazi behind the counter looked through my bag and after putting aside my old Scart cable for himself, got the stuff sorted into various containers.
On the way home i realised that pretty all the broken crap apart from my psychotic electric toothbrush had one thing in common: The batteryless flash light that died on me on a deserted buildingsite in the middle of the night, the card reader with remote control that was slower than a 1995 modem, the totally unreliable motion detector light etc. was all bought in the supermarket chain ALDI.
I have once more made a wow to never again succumb to the lure of cheap ALDI gadgets.
This time I am going to keep it!