Tonight is bin night for me. It's a bittersweet event. In our block of 8, vigilance about bin night has become essential. Months ago, we took the bold step of putting chains and padlocks on our recycling bins, after a spate of non-collection incidents caused by contaminated recycling. There were recriminations amongst neighbours, but passers-by were eventually deemed to be the most likely culprits when one day we found a homeless person's discarded blanket in one of our green bins. I removed it. The stench was unimaginable: a mixture of shit and corpse. I have never smelled a corpse, but I know how I imagine they smell, and it smelt like that, with added shit. So on bin night one of us has to volunteer to take the green bin padlocks off so they can be emptied in the morning. People often look at our padlocks as they pass by, and smirk as if to say, "bit over the top!", but they have not had the stench of shit and corpse in their nostrils.
Tonight is bin night for me. It's a bittersweet event. In our block of 8, vigilance about bin night has become essential. Months ago, we took the bold step of putting chains and padlocks on our recycling bins, after a spate of non-collection incidents caused by contaminated recycling. There were recriminations amongst neighbours, but passers-by were eventually deemed to be the most likely culprits when one day we found a homeless person's discarded blanket in one of our green bins. I removed it. The stench was unimaginable: a mixture of shit and corpse. I have never smelled a corpse, but I know how I imagine they smell, and it smelt like that, with added shit. So on bin night one of us has to volunteer to take the green bin padlocks off so they can be emptied in the morning. People often look at our padlocks as they pass by, and smirk as if to say, "bit over the top!", but they have not had the stench of shit and corpse in their nostrils.