The grocery delivery is due shortly.
It could be any time between one and three so I usually open up the garage doors before one. That allows the delivery chap bring the swag through to the kitchen table. Unless of course it’s the narky bollocks who just leaves them in the front garden for me to bring in.
Opening up the garage doors is usually a good time to put out some rubbish so I removed the bag from the kitchen bin and collected another from the garage and brought them out to the black bin. The latter was a lot heavier than I expected and looking inside I discovered it was nearly full. There was nothing suspicious about this. The bags were mine and some neighbour hadn’t been availing of my depository so it was just a case of forgetting that I had already nearly filled it.
Leastwise the black bin is now full to capacity and after the current warm spell is beginning to pong a bit ripe.
Then I realised something – it’s Friday! Fuck!
I whipped out my phone and checked the calendar, praying that today was Green Bin Collection Day. It wasn’t. I had missed the collection. Shit!
Now this doesn’t bother me overly much. It just means putting more than usual in the green bin. Maybe they’ll find ways of recycling old plate scrapings, vacuum bag contents, dog shit and rotten stuff that had gone off in the fridge? They’re quite clever these days. And anything that is too disgusting to even go in the green bin can just languish in a bag in the garage.
But the black bin in the garden is going to be quite something as it sits there soaking up the sun’s rays in the coming fortnight. If it’s ripe now, what’s it going to be like in two week’s time? Par-boiled crap? Well cooked gunge?
I pity the neighbours..