Have you ever woken up and, after the obligatory cup of tea, wandered into your front garden to inspect the overnight growth of your dahlias, only to discover that your Wheelie bin has disappeared? There are few more traumatic events in the life of a Dulwich resident.
The things that then run through your mind. You immediately think nostalgically about all the times you have spent together, and you wonder where it is, why it had gone and did you look after it properly, has it run away, or been abducted.
Had you always kept it clean, making sure it was always upright and put back in its proper place after the dustmen have been?
Oh, what beastly person could have taken it? It is worse than burglary and far more moving and inconvenient. And of course, there is the challenge of getting a replacement. Not that anything can ever replace the old one in your heart. But, as you slink dejectedly back into the house, wiping the tears from your eyes, you have to come to terms with the reality: your wheelie bin is gone forever and will never come back. An irreplaceable loss.
You lift the All Bran packet and pour out the usual bowl full, knowing that life has changed. The day will now begin with that sad phone call to the Council Environmental Services, who will tell you that they guarantee a replacement, in seven to ten days. And you say: but what do I do in the meantime? And I want to know what has happened and who took it and why?
It is all so wretched.
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Aah – and the post collection anxiety. Will I get the right one back from the scattering left randomly along the street……
Is life too short for wheelie bins to become a driver of emotions? Well – I for one inwardly see that two households near Dulwich Library feel it’s OK behaviour to leave 3 bins each permanently outside their boundary fences on the pavement.