Neighbourly

Nearly a year and a half ago I wrote about the weirdness of the bins for my row of houses, which no-one else seems to ever put out.

I’ve ended up being the unofficial bin putter-outer , which in general I don’t mind. It only annoys on days like today, when I’ve come back from a weekend away, and no other bugger has bothered doing anything about it. That’s when it rankles a bit.

To be fair, someone else brings them back into the bin area – I’ve ensured I’m not doing that but as well!