12 January - The vagaries of a bin man’s mind
It֜’s back to bins and not quite
another rant.
I was told that the bin lorry couldn’t get down my road this morning due to an
end-on parked van. When I looked I would rate it ‘difficult’ rather than
impossible but to serve only a short cul-de-sac the manoeuvre might be judged not worth the risk.
Whether that partly explains the haphazard collections this morning is
impossible to say, but my green bin was emptied whilst my immediate neighbours
was not. (They were not adjacent at collection time.)
Further along another household was missed but the food waste this time. It’s usually their green.
Evidently some notoriety is setting in because a month ago one of the bin men
told me the resident frequently complained that his bin is missed. Well that will be
because they don’t always empty it! The implication was that he put it out late.
I use that neighbour’s bin as my Thursday evening cue to put mine out as it is the only one I
can easily see from my front door. I have no idea why he is invisible, I have
not suffered a bin problem for months - probably years.
Nothing more from BiB this weekend - busy with other things. You can
let Hugh Neal fill in your local history knowledge instead.
The 1991 train crash at Cannon Street this Sunday. I wasn’t directly affected as
I was always into the office early but I remember
the after-effects well enough. I had a friend killed in a train crash (Great Western somewhere
near Slough) and it was a long time before I sat over the bogey again.
Similarly another friend had the side of his carriage peeled away like a
sardine can when another train tried to join his track at a junction. (Southern
near Raynes Park.) I stopped taking window seats! I knew someone who was caught up in the infamous Lewisham
viaduct crash too but not until long after the event. Probably I should warn my friends against travelling by train.