Every Tuesday we have our re-cycling collections which start just after 7am with the arrival of the lorry that collects paper, glass bottles, cans and a few other bits and pieces.
Now my house is the first one on the round and I always sort my re-cyclables so that the collectors don't have to spend ages doing it before throwing it onto the lorry. This week I had a can and an aerosol in one small bag and a bottle and a jam jar in another bag. As I had just returned back upstairs with a cup of tea, I peeped out through the venetian blind and casually watched the collectors as they started. They didn't bother to pick up my black box because they could carry the items in one hand and threw them onto the lorry which was empty, so they only made a little noise.
Then they went to the 'neighbours from hell' next door who do not have a black box, instead, they put out their re-cycling in carrier bags. The two men picked up five large carrier bags filled to bursting with bottles. Each bag must have held about eight bottles and the noise when they throw this lot into an empty metal lorry is quite horrendous and wakes up the whole neighbourhood! That's the reason that I'm always up earlier on a Tuesday!
To anyone who didn't know, they would think that the neighbours were either running a pub or had recently had a party, but that's not the case because this is a weekly occurrence. I think they could do with some help from Alcoholics Anonymous because both of them frequently look as if they are still 'under the influence' or hungover.
I think I'll stick to my glass or two at the weekend, I certainly couldn't afford to drink anymore. Besides, I belive in 'all things in moderation'!
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