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.