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Bottles, Bins & Bolts

I've had to put a bolt on our porch door. The only thing in the porch at this time of year are the recycling bins. Newspapers, cans, cardboard and plastic bottles; the plastic has to go to the local supermarket because we live in an area of Bristol where curb-side collection takes everything except plastic.

Enter the neighbour. Already, he has been putting our bin out which has been rather helpful because with fortnightly collections, I don't always - for that read rarely - remember which Friday is bin day. He hasn't ever put the recycling boxes out but that is less crucial as the recycling happens every week and they don't collect until the afternoon so I have a handle on that!

A couple of weeks ago though, I noted that the porch seemed different. Couldn't put my finger on it but realised eventually that the bottles weren't taking up as much space. I assumed that my other-half had been down to the supermarket - he does that sort of thing sometimes!

However the truth became apparent when the bins were collected on a Saturday recently. I went out of the front gate and found my regular rubbish bin FULL of plastic bottles. I wheeled the bin back inside the gate but being in a hurry, I couldn't remove the bottles from the bin until I had been to my knitting group.

On my return I found that the bin had been put back outside the gate and the binmen had been and all the bottles were now on their way to landfill.

Hence the addition of a bolt on the porch door.

Today I see that he has oiled my front gate.

Comments

writethewrite
Feb. 12th, 2011 08:42 pm (UTC)
Re: Oh Dear
nor how the hell to get out of it!

He throws cake and doughnuts on the lawn too - and custard creams. He says they are for the hens but I think he's just a bit odd!

The first evening after the bolt was added, I came home from work to see him standing psycho-fashion in his bay window looking at me!

Georgina