Thursday is the rubbish day. Sometimes the rubbish car comes early in the morning, sometimes late in the afternoon. I wish they had a strict schedule, or that the car had a chime, like ice cream vans, so you'd know when to take the bins out.
As it is, the bins may stay out the whole day before they're collected. Rubbish galore for some.
Whatever you put in the bin will be gone through by a number of men, who walk the streets on rubbish-days. They search for old food or anything useful you might have thrown away together with dirty nappies and dog poop. I don't want anyone to go through my things even if I have thrown them away. They are still private things.
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