Neighbourhood Watch.

There is more to walking than just exercise.

Like clockwork they roll around every five weeks or so. Much longed for by everyone in our village, especially now during an extremely hot summer. Yes, the rubbish collection days. Rare but there.

Monday was plastic's day and most of us should have hung our head in shame. Moi aussi. Good grief, I can't believe how much plastic we tend to collect despite being aware of the issue whilst shopping or even living. Look, at least we separate paper, plastic and glass. A little help at least.

Today is Restmüll day, which is the most important for me. All those icky things that are left over. Believe me, in summer that black bin can hum and not only with aroma but also with those awful maggots. But enough of the icky stuff and back to the neighbourhood watch. Usually the first signs of neighbours being on holiday or away are the much too early put out rubbish bins.

Most noticeable with the black bins, which sporadically dot the landscape of our street a few days before the actual collection day. Yes, a house presumably empty of its occupants who could have easily asked a neighbour to put out their bin for them. Nice to be so trusting as to think that nobody would notice their absence!

Funny how one's mind works. One of our close neighbours have had their bin out for a few days already and the last few days I have been imagining them on holiday. Sunning themselves on a beach in Croatia perhaps, or being massaged at a Spa or visiting family for a catch up.

At least it gives me something to ponder and speculate about during my walk. Ah, the good life in Eisenberg, where hardly anyone worries about nefarious activities.

Biggi