It's wheelie bin day. I don't know what it is about these new wheelie bins but they rumble like thunder. Every Wednesday I have to check the Met Office forecast page just in case I'm hearing things.
We've got these new food bins as well now - they're sort of self-sealing plastic hampers for food waste. It's a good idea - previously all of that stuff went into landfill I guess. Hopefully this way, the Council can use it as compost. I like to think of the flowers I enjoy in the park being a sort of result of that - though I'm pretty sure they'd have grown anyway.
The trouble with the food bins is that their natural centre of gravity is positioned somewhere near the lockable handle. That means that when they're empty (so, after collection) they all, without fail, blow over and get blustered around the street. Last week it looked like they were being raided by invisible foxes. Additionally, because they're quite a new thing, not everyone has had the chance to put those sticky numbers on - so it's tricky to sort out whose is whose. Though, I have a feeling that matters more to some people than to others. Context is everything these days.
Anyway, what the binmen, er, I mean professional refuse collectors and waste disposal engineers should do, is leave the food bins open, by swinging the lid and the handle down over the side of the bin, instead of leaving them clipped shut with the handle up. Low centre of gravity, harder to fall over. At least, that's what I think.
But then, I don't know how I'd take it if they cheerily waved at me and told me how to use the active voice, how to spell 'organize' and how to FTP text files to a live hosted site, so I'm not really in a position to give advice. I can't even put sticky numbers on my food bin.
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