Rubbish bins out

for Tuesday morning collection please. 

Yes, this street has a collection on Tuesdays. There is always an issue because the bins from "the Court" across the way need to be put on to the curb in the street. The collection vehicles do not enter the Court which houses a block of "units". 

The arrival of two sets of duplexes and multiple cars at some residences also means there are always cars parked in the street as well. The collection vehicles cannot access the bins if cars are parked in front of them. People are aware of this and we do not usually have a problem.  Visitors who do cause an issue are quickly informed. 

And we have Ms Busybody to ensure that everyone does the right thing. Most bins are put out late on Monday - as is permitted. Ms B... then checks. She looks in every bin. Any item in the "wrong" bin will be removed and put in the "right"  bin. She is a passsionate recycler. There will be a knock on the door if someone commits the sin of putting something which can be recycled in the general waste bin. She is "just letting you know". 

This has been going on for years. New residents over the years have been warned about her behaviour. She has been warned over and over again. Nothing seems to work. This last week she informed me that I was not shredding my documents the right way. "You need to get a proper shredder. They are not expensive." 

P..., the wonderful person who washes the floors for me, was told off for putting something into the recycle bin. "They don't take that sort of plastic. You should know that with a job like yours."

The problem with all this is that Ms B... really does mean well. It really does distress her to see the rest of us do what she sees as a sin. I don't want to upset her. I listen. I make vague sympathetic sort of noises and all sorts of excuses to get away from her.

And Ms B... never uses her own bins. "I only have such a small amount. It can go wherever there is room." She never asks for permission to do this. She simply sees it as her right. Her bins sit there covered with a tarpaulin - to keep them as clean and new as they were when she first obtained them.

"I itch to use hers," a neighbour told me as we watched her put a label on a bin which was still out on Wednesday morning. I suspect we all do.

There is now a move in another council area to slap a an even larger fine on people who put their bins out too early or take them in too late. Perhaps they need to employ Ms B...?