I wish to apologise firstly to you and your fellow journalists for not having as yet shown much or any interest in any of the recent affairs you write about or older ones for that matter.
I usually live my life a day at a time, working hard and minding my own business. I am a single mother from Lija, and I painstakingly separate the household rubbish daily, making sure that all our plastic goes into one bag, paper in another, wash out jars, washing liquid and soft drink bottles; carefully dismember all toy boxes (a lot of toy boxes), removing carefully the see-through plastic from the carton, etc.
I’ve already taught my two-year-old son which item goes in which bin, which are conveniently posed right opposite my home, on the main road. Reading this one might think I like to blow my recycling horn. Wrong – I am very happy doing this, sometimes going against my whole family, another three females, who for the past two years have been telling me that my effort is to no avail, because shamelessly all the separated rubbish is being thrown in one big old truck, mixed.
Well surprise, surprise. They have been right all along. Six o’clock in the morning on Wednesday morning, two trucks come along, one lifts and tucks and the other swallows, rubbish from all five cans (there are two plastic ones).

Louise Aquilina
Lija