While I was suffering from the full effects of the relapse last week some b*gger nicked my wheelie bin. Collection day was Monday and my son had put the bin out the front on Sunday evening. I have been driving to work as my walking is so bad and I park at the back of the house and use the back door which has level access (the front door has 3 big steps so I never use it). I always head straight to bed for an hour after work. Jamie works very odd hours at the local supermarket and had walked past the bin 2 days running on his way to work in the afternoon and when he came home late in the evening he thought it was too late by then as I’ve always told him not to wheel the bins late at night in case it disturbs the neighbours. If I had thought to ask him to bring the bin in he would’ve done but like a typical man he has to be asked! I’m fairly sure the bin was still out there on Tuesday afternoon, I think I noticed it when I drew the curtains and realised I had left it out. On Wednesday, when my walking had improved I remembered the bin and went down the side alley to the front of the house only to find it had disappeared.
I phoned the Council and explained the situation and they have now said they will replace the bin free of charge and from now on the refuse crew will come round the back for my bins and then return them for me. It will take up to 14 days to get my new wheelie bin but in the meantime they will collect my black bags from the back.
It’s nice when your faith in humanity is restored a little.