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binwatch · 8 years
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Bank Holiday Bins
The bins were collected today, much to my relief. Unfortunately one of the bin bags on our side had been badly ripped by the birds (magpies and crows) and split open as it was lifted. The rubbish fell back into the bin and onto the ground. He made no attempt to gather it up.
Looks like another job for me.
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binwatch · 8 years
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Dirty Shoe
A man (mid 40s, grey hair) from no.39 was in the garden for around 30 seconds. He was wiping the sole of his right shoe on the grass as though he’d trodden in something dirty. I hope it was dog shit.
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binwatch · 8 years
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Terrible Lady
At 14:45 today, a lady at no.39 (mid 40s, long brown hair) put two bin bags on top of her bins without checking to see if there was room inside. I moved my window a little, causing a noise that she might hear.
After looking around, she sheepishly caught my eye. She knows I know. I know she knows.
I am considering jumping the fence for the third time to put away no.39′s rubbish properly for them. On any other week, this might be a non-issue as the bins would usually be emptied tomorrow morning (Monday) but, considering that it’s a bank holiday weekend, this may not be the case.
I am furious.
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binwatch · 8 years
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Garden Grass
The elderly man upstairs, Peter (not his real name, his real name is Danny), cuts the grass in our communal back garden. This is good. The task is time consuming and unpleasant. For taking on the responsibility, I consider Peter and his wife exempt from all other neighbourly duties. 
However, mowing the lawn generates roughly 6-8 bin bags full of waste grass. These bags are arranged (neatly) along the garden path near the bin shed by Peter once he has finished. Being garden waste, the Council will not remove them as part of the weekly rubbish collection and they can remain untouched for several weeks. This has been the situation for the past fortnight.
Birds (mostly magpies and crows), being birds (again, magpies and crows), peck at the bags of grass to see if there is anything to eat inside (there isn’t). This makes a mess. It doesn’t take long for the 6-8 (neatly) arranged bags to become tattered, soggy and unsightly. This has been the situation for the past fortnight.
This morning, I looked over the garden and questioned whether anyone else in the building had noticed (or understood) that Glasgow City Council will not remove bags of grass as part of the weekly rubbish collection. Garden waste requires a special (free) uplift to be ordered or it will remain untouched in perpetuity, as it has done for the past fortnight. 
Although I am grateful to Peter for cutting the grass, the proper disposal of the waste it generates is part of the job. The 6-8 tattered, soggy and unsightly bags make me consider taking on the responsibility myself as yet another example of “if you want a job done properly, do it yourself”. 
Luckily, just as I approached breaking point, I heard the back door open and observed a council worker carefully remove the 6-8 tattered, soggy and unsightly bags. As of writing, the only evidence that the bags existed is a damp patch on the path where they were (neatly) arranged. The sun will presumably dry this.
I am pleased that someone, perhaps Peter, perhaps another aggravated neighbour, ordered the uplift of garden waste. Our garden is tidy and this is good.
For now.
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binwatch · 8 years
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Man
At approx 19:30, I saw a young (mid 20s perhaps), t-shirt wearing man standing by the front door of no.39. I am unsure whether he is a neighbour, a visitor or a member of the public (I’ve never seen him before). We exchanged expressionless glances. He watched me enter my building. 
Did this man see me jump the garden fence earlier? Was he responsible for the bin bag I disposed of? Did this embarrass him? Did I anger him? 
Without further evidence, I can’t be sure. All I know is that, for now, the bins at no.39 are tidy and that I saw a man.
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