Whilst cycling yesterday, I noticed a whole bunch of rubbish strewn about my local park. Not on my watch!

But, I had places to be yesterday. I went out to tackle the waste today. Only, someone had beaten me to it. The park was clean!

This should be something to celebrate I suppose.

So, whilst on a longer than expected plod to fill up a litter bag, I decided to work out both arms equally. I'm right handed and use the litter picker in my right hand. I switched it to my non dominant left hand. I was like a deer on ice, or a deer picking litter, or a deer on ice picking litter. It was slow and cumbersome. I do not recommend.

Maybe it was my previous over zealous litter picking that lessened the life of my picker. Maybe it was the fact the litter picker was bought initially as a grabber when I broke my ankle that strained it. Or maybe it was using it badly in my left hand which killed it off.

Because, it broke. It no longer has the ability to grab. It is an ex litter picker.

The trash hero has now become the trash.

Whilst it was always known on some level, it's becoming painfully obvious that these streets won't clean themselves.

In order to try and reach my 500th good deed by Cardiff and the Vale's 10th anniversary, I need to do around 7 missions a fortnight. This would be very difficult to achieve, were it not for being a litter champion and seeing the state of the streets around me.

I had a bit of a plod Inbetween returning from Cardiff Junior parkrun and a friend's baby shower.

Today the most interesting piece of trash was a broken record. I also made friends with a cricket / grass hopper / interesting insect.

I collected three bags in total within less than 1/2 mile of walking. Boo.

I cycled to Cardiff Junior parkrun today (because I overslept and wouldn't have walked there in time).

Originally I was down to marshal at the 'bowls club' position (which is under development into some new type of sports area). But, the run director this week needed to do a swap around. I ended up in charge of 'playground' with a volunteer doing their Duke of Edinburgh Silver Award. Normally 'playground' belongs to one marshal in particular, but she was away this weekend. Setting up the playground spot is easy though, because this volunteer literally wrote the 'book' on it (by laminating a couple of instruction photos).

The set up went well, the juniors had fun and the Duke of Edinburgh volunteer learnt a new role.