Each time

I go throw out the rubbish into the communal bin dump for our particular wing of the complex there’s something weird in there. Aside from the multiple bins and recycling dumpsters there’s been a countless number of tube TVs in sizes various, plenty of smashed wooden furniture (oddly enough it usually seems to be television stands), trolleys from supermarkets throughout the town and, of course, traffic cones. Last week I went in there and there was a small digger. An actual JCB, earth moving, mechanical digger sat in the corner. That goes in the odd category simply because of how the access to the bins is kind of restricted by multiple stone pillars and a lot of parked cars. With the exception of the seemingly ever present cones and trolleys these things tend to be gone pretty quick – which says something for the willingness of the council’s waste disposal. At the moment though there’s a life preserver ring. You know, one of these:

Now, I can kinda guess where it came from – we are right next to the river – I still can’t fathom how the hell it ended up in our bin area or why someone had it in the first place (though Occam’s razor would suggest that someone had indulged in a bit too much drink) or why it wasn’t simply taken back…

Still, I’ll be going down there later (I know, exciting right?) once I’ve filled the last bit of space remaining in the bin with the peel for the potatoes and parsnips I’m about to start roasting. However, I’ve got another… forty five minutes before I need to think about that as the joint takes a fair old time to cook. Which gives me plenty of minutes to dedicate to this: