It must have been 'bin day' in this neighbourhood.
It always made me laugh that, once I retired, 'bin day' was how I used to measure the week. I was quite good at remembering to put mine out on the right day, and the correct bin (of two - general waste one week and recycling the alternate week). During that weird period when we had Covid lockdown, putting the bin out became quite something to look forward to - and, if you were lucky, you coincided with a neighbour doing the same and could have a quick 'socially distanced' chat! Now I'm in my apartment, we have large communal bins so I don't need to remember 'bin day' at all. And they call to collect very early in the morning so I rarely even see the lorry. It feels, oddly, like a small loss...
How can you possibly get by without bin day? I have a weekly competition with my neighbour as to which of us can get out there first and put the bins straight after the binmen have given them a good shuffle. It's what being retired is all about.
ReplyDeleteThat is one gorgeous cat!
ReplyDeleteThat cat looks quite content.
ReplyDeleteSorry you're missing that social contact of bin day. The cat does look very content, until those bins get shuffled.
ReplyDeleteWhat a cutie.
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