The Day Of The Bin, The Rubbish Bin!

 Collection day on a sweltering day.

Honestly, it has been sweltering for the last few months and it shouldn't come as any surprise that the rubbish bins are not smelling like roses. How could they after five weeks of daily rubbish additions whilst languishing in temperatures of over 30 degrees? Add to that the fatalistic ingredient of dirty cat litter as well as dog's business parcels, and you can just about imagine the outcome.

This morning was rubbish collection day ( rest rubbish-ie, whatever can't be put into the various recycle containers ) and it was high time. Yikes, wheeling this beast out to the curb was awful. Just rank, especially after I added a months worth of Maxi's offerings ( neatly collected in environmentally disposable rubbish bags ) that couldn't have been left where he placed them. Social correctness, which I might add that some dog owners don't adhere to!

Out to the curb and even though I am still battling to smell properly after my stint with corona, I could get a clear whiff of this beastly affair. Jikes, it was so bad that I was holding thumbs that the rubbish truck would even take it. They might have thought that something was decomposing in it.

Today of all days the rubbish collection run was late, very late. Normally they have done their round at about nine in the morning, but for some reason they only collected our street's rubbish at two o'clock! A further few hours of cooking in the sun. Whoever had walked past our house during the morning might have wondered why they hadn't seen Bob for a while!!!

The main culprit of the odor is little Maxi's business. There must be an easier way to dispose of it, even if I have to empty each plastic parcel into a hidden part of the forest...or I could drop them daily into the public bin next to the local bus stop...yes, that  sounds much better. Oh, the delightful little domestic worries of the simpler life in rural climes...

Biggi