Well, I put the wheely bin out last night as instructed by Super Nan. Sadly my protestations about the fact that everyone else in the street had their green bin out, Super Nan insisted that I put out the grey one. Apparently Super Nan had it on good authority that the collections were still all "up the spout" after Christmas and the snow and that we really did need to put the grey bin out. Anyway, having been woken up in the middle of the night by men and lorries going up and down the road, it appears that everyone else was correct.... it was a green bin day. So now Super Nan is in a state of high stress...... at least it will give her something to talk (or moan) about when she has lunch with Gwen later.
For those of you in parts of the world where you just throw the rubbish in the bin and it gets collected once a week..... welcome to our world, we have four different receptacles for different types of waste/recycling..... in fact we don't throw things away any more.... its more like doing the filing. And in the state controlled conditions we live in these days here in blighty, even thinking about putting a plastic bottle in the tin can bin is a crime. Some councils even fit wheely bins with micro chips to enable them to better detect that sort of crime. If you don't believe me, look here or here. More worryingly have a look at this Daily Wail story regarding fines if you put the bin out on the wrong day!
Still I am pleased to report that Super Nan's hand has recovered sufficiently for her to drive herself down to Wooburn Green and to make her daily pilgrimage to Budgens.
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