Well today I was caught on the hop again by the re-cycling guys! I really must add their calling dates into my calendar and set a timely reminder! You can guarantee that every visit entails a ‘mad dash’ by me downstairs and out the door complete with black box and green bag. Huff Huff!
This time it was even worse than usual! Why? Because of my two offspring’s avid drinking over the Christmas holidays where they consumed between them vast amounts of Beck’s (J my youngest son) and Smirnoff Ice (K) plus the Asti and bottle of Champagne that was purchased and drunk by all, the black box ended up quite full (and heavy into the bargain!)
I only get a small amount of time to carry out this dash of mine every fortnight, as the first sign that they are around is the ‘clanking’ sound of bottles being rattled around as they tip them into their wagon. It was quite an exercise this morning as I had run down the stairs with the full to overflowing black box and then deposit that on the path for pick up by the guys, that was followed by slipper clad sprint to the wagon to ask for a new green ‘paper and magazine’ bag, followed by a run back to the flat, up the stairs, put all my discarded paper and magazines inside the new green bag, then another run back down the stairs to place that inside the black box, all before the guys reached the path!
Hang on, I hear all my readers beginning to ponder, why does she have her black box inside the flat in the first place? Why isn’t it kept next to the dustbin where it so rightly belongs? Is she mad? Does she purposely love running up and down stairs as a sort of punishment or exercise regime?
Well there is a perfectly good explanation for all this ‘pelting up and down stairs’ and the stowing of the black box inside, namely that if you leave your black box outside next to the dustbin it is apt to get stolen! Yes, strange but true! There resides somewhere in the vicinity a secret re-cycle black box hoarder (or collector) who goes around nicking everyone’s ‘re-cycle’ boxes! Quite what they do with them is another matter, or perhaps like me they keep getting theirs stolen!
I did contact the council to ask them to provide me with another one, but I am still waiting. So, you are now no doubt wondering, where did I get this one from? Did I go out during the night whilst all were asleep and take someone else’s? A sort of ‘do unto others as they do unto you’ missi0n? Well no, my sister had a spare in her garage (yes I know what your thinking and it did cross my mind at the time that they gave it to me!) So the one I have now currently residing in this flat (and taking up valuable space into the bargain) is their spare one.
So that’s alright then! And now I am off to enter the dates in my calendar for subsequent visits of the re-cycle guys so that hopefully I am not caught ‘on the hop’ again!
TG See you later!