Bin night has had some of its shine taken away for me. Back in the olden days they'd be collected before I was up in the morning, so getting it all out the night before was essential, and the tinkle tinkle/crash/bang of the truck coming down the street was like a dawn chorus.
The last couple of weeks, during the new normal, bins haven't been collected till past elevenses. This means there is technically no need for a "bin night" and I'm topping up the bins before they arrive- empty milk bottles from breakfast and my brunch stella cans. It's given me an empty feeling that percolates through my whole week.
Bin night has had some of its shine taken away for me. Back in the olden days they'd be collected before I was up in the morning, so getting it all out the night before was essential, and the tinkle tinkle/crash/bang of the truck coming down the street was like a dawn chorus.
The last couple of weeks, during the new normal, bins haven't been collected till past elevenses. This means there is technically no need for a "bin night" and I'm topping up the bins before they arrive- empty milk bottles from breakfast and my brunch stella cans. It's given me an empty feeling that percolates through my whole week.