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  • Please reassure your partner that like our dearly departed pets, our bins patiently waiting for us across the rainbow bridge.

    Live. Bin. Love.

  • Thinking of getting our bins cleaned professionally. They deserve it.

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  • I have just missed bin day. Disfuckingstraught

  • ^ stay strong. [heartsmileemoji.jpg]

    Saw this yesterday, such sadness.


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  • Saw this yesterday, such sadness

    Such a waste .

    RIP blue bin 😢

  • you hate to see it...

  • i've got a skip on the drive at the moment! brilliant!


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  • Are those fireworks? If so, what’s the deal, using the bin to launch them or dispose of them?

  • Probably a concentrated "display" in the bin.

  • On the 13th our blue bin was taken and torched on the nearby field.

    17th a replacement arrived.

    Collection is tomorrow and so I put it out full earlier

    The kids that burn everything were already out on the field.

    I bid farewell to the newcomer.

    Neighbour just messaged me about a fire on the field.

    At least the kids are keeping warm.

  • fill the next one with fertilizer and nails.

  • I don't want them to get hurt. Just to leave my* bin alone.

    '* I know, we are but custodians on their journey to binlightenment.

  • Update: it survived.

    3 fallen heroes though. #4evainarehearts

  • That bin’s a gdmn hero. Might want to invest in a bin lid lock? Surely it’s not as fun for them if they can’t open the bin.

  • It’s been over 18 days since last we had a bin. We’ve pared our lives down to pre-industrial levels of consumption, producing only a single medium, unripped but densely packed bag of rubbish between 3 people. I should feel proud of this, but the way it’s come about has taken its toll on us individually and as a couple (+visitor).

    It’s easy to take bins for granted when you’ve always had one, but when you’ve had one then gone without for this long… it changes you, the way you see the world. A thoughtful gift of individually wrapped sweets at work becomes a burden too bitter to accept. Non-recyclable packaging in the post becomes an act of aggression. A wayward phallus-shaped balloon in the front hedgerow is another flaunting reminder of this universe’s sick sense of humour.

    My gf has spoken and written with concerned council staffer after concerned council staffer. After every call there’s the glistening of tears in her eyes, the strain in her voice trying to reassure our young female visitor that it will all be ok.

  • dead proud of our local recycling operatives this morning.
    left an entire flat pack kitchen's worth of cardboard out on top of the recycling bins and they took the lot without any fuss.
    respect due.

  • Beers for the lads next week

  • Nearly missed bin day today, so so close. Went to bed early tired last night to be rudely awoken by the dustbin lorry. Had a fetid single bag of general waste so prayed for it to be the recycling one - nope, of course it wasn't. By the time I was dressed it was too late for a legit collection, so I set off - fetid bag in hand - to try and catch it up.

    Incredibly (honestly not sure what they'd been doing all that time, possibly the street adjacent to ours) they were halfway down the next street along. Was going to explain to the binpeople what happened but then suddenly thought: what if they only accept waste in wheelie bins? I mean them's the rules aren't they? Black plastic bags aren't OK anymore.

    So I came up with the cunning plan of getting ahead of them and putting my fetid bag into someone else's bin with spare capacity. Thing is, had to get past the binpeople without arousing suspicion. Obviously I completely failed to do this - it may have been target fixation but ended up trying to cross the street to the other side of the road just as the one who collects the bins was trying to cross the road. Cue an apologetic and very British 'no after you' dance, followed by a pause where we both stood stock still while I am convinced he stared at my fetid black bin bag which stood out like a glaringly obvious smelly plastic sore thumb. We looked at each other, I felt guilty for slowing down the bin man's important work and got out of the way.

    Once I was out of sight one of those extra large wheelie bins presented itself parked in the road. Just knew it would have spare capacity, it did, in one fluid and almost graceful movement I lifted the lid, chucked my fetid bag inside then quickly adopted the stance of someone who was just walking down the road and definitely wasn't recently carrying a bin bag.

    Phew.

  • Genuinely impressive.

  • By the time I was dressed it was too late for a legit collection...

    there's your problem. this is the only reason to own slippers and a dressing gown - for the bleary eyed binbag stumble of shame.

    epic morning adventure though. I bet you felt like a god for the rest of the day.

  • It's 'Except on Wednesdays, when I get rudely awakened by the dustmen'.

    (Sorry).

  • Yesterday was bin day. Next door still have their bins on the pavement. Too soon to move them to their drive?

  • Blimey! Next door must be on here! Bins just went in.

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