#bin day

The man on the radio is starting Monday with a Black Magic Woman. Weatherwise there's everything but the kitchen sink promised for the day, hopefully 'the umbrella' will hold off on the cutlery. The traffic lady says it's all busy busy on account of new road restrictions coming into play ... what could possibly go wrong?

Today's groaner: did you hear about the writer who wrote too many books? ... they got author-itis ;-D badoom tish ... here all week!!

Monday is bin day, but not for this household. No blue and brown 'sentries' at the end of my driveway. I do have a couple of wheelie bins, but they're for storing logs in. That and there are water bowls on top for the various birds to drink from and bathe in. Plus, they make wonderful structures for spiders to set up camp on.

Recycling day tomorrow, Symonds Sat

both horrifying but also beautiful, this god of the tarmac must be appeased by fortnightly offerings in the yellow bin

Eventually they'd end up in bags of Stuff that I would collect as I was cleaning, with the idea of sorting and tidying whatever ended up in those bags. But they just continued to be bags of Stuff.

Today is bin day, so I dug deep for all my courage and went through the bags. Many little cardboard boxes of medication packaging and their information leaflets went into my paper and cardboard waste, although that's not the rubbish getting collected tomorrow. A few dozen empty strips disappeared into the normal bin, on top of the kittens' litter, which was then stoutly deposited on the pavement in front of my flat.