Thursday, 4 January 2018

Bins and Boxes

Bin collection was scheduled for the second day of January. There was just one problem - one of our December collections was delayed by a week because of the snow. The subsequent collection was scheduled a few days early to avoid the Bank Holidays at Christmas - which strangely resulted in bin collections on consecutive days!  Fast forward to the New Year and no-one was sure which bin is due to be emptied.  Normally we can work it out by looking in the bins  - one will be reasonably full, while the other is almost empty. This time around this strategy does not help, as despite being emptied only a week earlier, both bins are replete after our seasonal excesses celebrations.

I checked the website - it had not been updated, and it would appear that the people who are responsible for putting the information online, were still on holiday.
Result - standoff.
No-one wanted to put their bin out first, IN CASE THEY WERE WRONG!!!

Up the road some neighbours tried the strategy of putting both bins out.  I just hope the refuse collectors are not colourblind! Meanwhile, by careful calculations, we decided that it was dirty (black) bin week. Inspecting the troops lining the street, it would appear that the majority of our neighbours agreed - either that or they quickly wheeled out the right bin, once they realised that the balance of opinion had swung from green to black.

Christmas seems over earlier than usual this year. No soon were the empties put out after the New Year celebrations, than baubles were boxed up,
tinsel tidied away,
streamers put in storage,
and lights were languishing in lofts.
New Year's day seemed to be the signal to get rid of all that the glorious gaudiness of Christmas. Usually, we hold out until Twelth Night, but this year even we had reached the point of being ready to dedecorate - if such a word exists.  If it doesn't I would like to nominate it as my contribution to the development of the English language.

I broke the news to the KHT on New Year's Day. The next day we got the boxes down from the spare room, where they had been languishing since the beginning of December. Soon all that was left was the lights. They got another evening's grace, before the tree was also squeezed into first the storage bag and then the cardboard outer. String will be required to hold the box during the closed season. I doubt parcel tape is up to the job. The tree's girth appears to have expanded over the Christmas season, having absorbed calories by osmosis from the chocolate and other goodies, that were laid within and beneath its festive fronds.

I usually use the tinsel as padding to cushion the more delicate decorations - anything could happen between packing up and their safe storage in the loft.  The KHT takes great offence at this. I discover the boxes that were half packed have been unpacked and the contents segregated - tinsel, candles, tree hooks, ornaments all allocated their own containers.  I adjust the packing to protect the more vulnerable decorations.  The nativity set is packed away, ready for the angel to bring 'Good News again'.  Father Christmases are rounded up, the thin, the fragile and the seriously cuddly.  The lollipop trees, purchased in WH Smiths sale about twenty years ago, are returned to their increasingly dilapidated boxes.  Finally,  the KHT removes the gel stickers from her bedroom window.

In the street only the odd light lingers to remind us of our recent festivities.  We look forward to warmer days, but in reality, the majority of the colder weather probably is still ahead - if our weather is to follow normal trends. Then I reflect - this is England, anything could happen!

Begrudgingly we admit defeat and welcome in 2018.