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Bin it

By rights we should have a lot of dustbins.

We should be knee deep in them. 

There were no dustbins here when we moved in, so we dutifully requested them from the council. 

By phone. 

And then, when days went by, by the all singing and all dancing council website. 

And then, when weeks went by, by phone again. 


An email arrived saying hurrah your new dustbins have been delivered. 

Looking down our long driveway - nope. No dustbins. 

We looked for them. In case they were you know hiding, because I sure as hell couldnt see them. 


Another email arrived - how was the service and new dustbins. Ha. 


So the request for even more bins has been submitted. 

Apparently the problem is nobody can find us. 

Now, I realised visitors from England might struggle to find us. I'm getting used to delivery drivers not finding us, but I did think the locals - binmen are local surely?- would find us easily. 

Apparently not. 


Every single farmer from around here knows our house. And one of them suggested the best way to find a place round here is by a very distinctive landmark. 

That's what you need, he said, a really distinct landmark. 


Just as soon as I can think of something suitable, -oh and a delivery driver that can find us to deliver it, then we will no doubt be knee deep in dustbins. 







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