5th February 2026
It was rubbish collection day, and I , for once had the bins out the evening before, so I had the luxury of staying warm.
These blue monsters have an unusual route, one goes up the road and another comes down, considering the road is a dead end you would think one vehicle could do both directions.
Anyway the city have their way so I let them get on with it.
I could hear the truck approaching, and decided to watch the operation. The truck approached the rubbish bin, the two clasp arms swung out and grabbed the bin, squeezing it so tight the lid flipped up. It was lifted in the air and swung over the open trough, shaking it so violently, one of the wheels fell off. Once it had emptied, the mechanical arm lowered it back on the ground, the wheel had been munched up by now, so the bin toppled and fell over. I saw all this happen, I felt the pain, and the anger, our blue bin had been assaulted and left permanently disabled.
We will have to request another, that no doubt will suffer a similar fate ate some time in the future.
I had to act as taxi driver to Matt’s wife Brenda. She works as a care assistant and was working in Zeeland when she had car trouble. She had to get her vehicle towed to a nearby garage, and needed a ride home. She believed it was a faulty sensor, but the garage was going to charge her $150 just to look at it. Effin typical, garages already make a killing, but to charge just to confirm what she already knew, and then to charge again to fix it, diabolical.



