My life as a priest, charity worker, wife, mother, grandmother – to mention just a few of my roles! – is pretty hectic and I rely very heavily on my diary to keep me organised. Yes a diary, not a raspberry or any other fruity electronic gadget….. when the signal’s poor and the batteries run out, I’m brandishing my diary with pride. And generally, I arrive, usually just in time, where I need to be.

And I can cope with it all as long as I don’t put the dustbins out on the wrong day because, if I do that, my whole system will go to pot! Fortunately, we’ve only got two bins to worry about, but in Norfolk, where my sister lives, they have four different coloured bins for different things – and they’re collected on different days of different weeks! It seems all so complicated!

But recycling’s nothing new; it was just simpler - we used to have a pig food bucket in our East Ham street when I was a child where you put peelings and left over food and what I called new clothes were in fact what my cousins had outgrown; my Dad mended our shoes and my Mum unpicked jumpers that were too small for us to knit them into bigger ones.

And nowadays, although we really could do with an extra room in our house for everything that’s on its way to being recycled, I’m not complaining as I think it’s really important; I believe that we are part of God’s creation which is intimately woven together into this tapestry we call life; there’s a very fine balance when every living thing depends on others and we have to look after all of it and not waste any of it if we are to have a world worth handing on to future generations. I don’t believe that the Bible stories about God making the world in a week are literally true but I do very much believe that God brought this Universe into being and loves every bit of it. How can we just chuck it away?