Runaway Bin

Wheelie Bin
Originally uploaded by thisperthlife.

A few weekends ago our green wheelie bin went walkabout. Or should that be rollabout or wheelabout?

Whichever one you choose, the bin disappeared overnight.

You know when you feel ever so slightly muddled in the morning? Well that's how I felt when my husband said, on his way out of the front door with the dog, "You did put the bin out last night didn't you?"

(It's my job to put the bins out each Thursday night as he's away at soccer practice and obviously it's far too late at 9pm for him to start wheeling bins around. Yes, you can read sarcasm into my tone here.)

"Yes" said I quickly scanning my brain for the memory of actually doing the job the previous night. "Well it's not there now" says he.

And he was right, the bin had gone. Not only that but my next door neightbours on either side didn't seem to have theirs either and I could have sworn that at last one neighbour had theirs out before I did mine. Why I notice these things is beyond me.

So I get onto the fountain of all knowledge, the website for my local council and put in "bins", I find the number to call, speak to a lovely person who tells me that I will have a new bin delivered on Monday. I mention that my neighbours bins seems to have disappeared too and she orders ones for them too.

Bit later on in the morning and neighbours have both put their bins out (turns out it had been windy the night previously and they had put them out and then brought them back in again, obviously just to confuse me) so on I get to the lovely person and tell them that I was mistaken and to cancel next door neighbours bins order, whilst sounding quite sheepish.

Sunday morning and we drive up the road to eldest son's soccer match and there at the end of the road is a lonesome bin, on the verge and looking decidedly abandoned. "That's our bin" I yell as we go past. Am I very sad to get excited about seeing a wheelie bin?

No time to stop so we decided to get said bin on the way home. Both uof us end up forgetting and husband has come home a different way anyway, therefore not reminding me by going past the bin again. Afternoon comes and I suddenly remember, so I walk out of the front door slap bang into the bin with a note on it. Turns out one of the neighbours had seen it and decided to walk it home for us.

Monday morning there's me on the phone to a lovely person at the council once again to say please don't deliver a bin this morning, sounding even more sheepish.

Mental note - walk the streets within a mile vicinity of the house if the bin goes missing again AND THEN phone the council.

Comments

[Carol Marshall]

Same here. I think people move them for fun. I found ours in the brook one day. We now have four different wheelie bins, so lots of scope for losing them!