One of the strangest ironies in my life as a litter picker.
If my Facebook posts are anything, I take great pride in being a litter picker. I've been doing it for years and on a good day, I can fill up to 8 bags! Cans, bottles, packets, cartons, cigarette buts, I find them all and they go into the bin.
I take pride in getting rid of all the rubbish I find and I stop at nothing to make sure it's all tidy at the places I go to. I've been to football tournaments, car parks, motor ways, rivers, fields and woodlands. I even clean up the litter near where I live and it used to be filthy and full of rubbish.
My hard work in clearing up the litter has definitely yielded results. I've been awarded a medal and trophy from my football club for my hard work and dedication, been placed in news articles showcasing my efforts and was even given "Villager of the Year", along with my parents, which was a first I've heard of a whole family been awarded this title.
But I have a bad secret that showcases a serious irony about myself and that's I'm a slob in my own home. I can't get myself to make my bed after I get up, wash up the dishes myself after eating lunch or dinner, can be barely persuaded to vacuum the floor. I don't even take 5 minutes to pick up my dirty socks and underwear. I just don't understand why I am like this at home. I often need someone else to tidy up my home and that is just plain crazy. Some of my closest friends who know off my efforts comment on my laziness at home.
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