Today is “Bin Day”.

I don’t mean Bin Day in the form of a national holiday or anything, it’s just that today is the scheduled day that the bin men (and/or women) come round and empty our large black general waste bin.

If they can be arsed.

They might come round tomorrow, instead. That sometimes happens.

In the ‘old’ days, they used to empty it weekly, but for years now – in line with pretty much everywhere else, I believe – they empty it fortnightly.  Not always easy: there have been plenty of times where I have had to physically climb into the bin and jump up and down on the rubbish to compact it so that I can get some more in.

And I have seen talk in the news that some councils are looking to make it a monthly collection! To be honest, I don’t know if our council is one of those, but even if it isn’t, it’ll probably follow suit if it sees that savings can be made.

I really don’t think that we could cope with our rubbish only being taken away every four weeks.

Today is also Bin Cleaning Day.   Again, not a national holiday.

I pay a man to once a month stalk the bin lorry and once our bin has been emptied, he jet washes the inside and then deodourises it.  It sounds an extravagance, but it’s only a few quid and you wouldn’t believe the pong that comes from that bin in the Summer months!

And… I have just sent 48 pounds to the council to get a permit to have my brown bin collected.  Forty eight sovs, for a bin that is only used during Summer and Autumn to take my grass cuttings away!

Ridiculous.

We should be getting a letter from the council soon, to tell us how much our Council Tax has gone up.

I look forward to that.