pelagius develops OCD?

I reported in January that I had started wandering the streets picking up recyclable materials and placing them in the "green sack" for collection by the council. I had started off by envisaging doing this only once a month, but soon found that there was so much stuff out there, and that the process itself was so satisfying, that I increased my frequency of collections from monthly to weekly, and then even more often. Yesterday, on perhaps the most clement day this year, with the temperature hovering around 20 degrees, I treated myself to 2 collections in 1 day, enabling me to fill a whole green bag to its utmost capacity in the process. Thus an interest has transformed itself almost into a full blown obsession, though the accompanying impeccable green credentials do make it useful as well as harmless.

Unlike a man near my wife's place of work in an adjacent town. Furious at the road past his house being used as a rush hour rat run, he has taken to spitting at cars as they pass and sometimes hurling fruit and vegetables at them. Yesterday he reached new heights of rage, when he placed a miniature wall of bricks across the road. My wife saw it only just in time to avoid some catastrophic tire damage. Now that's what I call an obsession...

SUPPLEMENT

Later in the afternoon we visited the FiL for a coffee. My wife had suggested I might want to collect a little recycling while I was there, so I armed myself with several green sacks and on arrival I stalked through the house to the back yard to inspect. There I found 40-odd Croft Original empties, a great many back numbers of the local rag, but most notably a veritable mountain of discarded 1 litre plastic milk containers. I became fatigued after filling 4 sacks, but I did take all the glass bottles, papers and some of the plastic milk bottles. I left behind more than 100 plastic bottles to be crushed, bagged and removed at a later date.