ColinJ
Puzzle game procrastinator!
- Location
- Todmorden - Yorks/Lancs border
I'm sure that the local recycling crew would like to thank you for allowing your bloody Hound of the Baskervilles*** to pee all over my recycling boxes. I would like to thank you too. I have to put the boxes on the pavement directly in front of my house, on a route that is used by a fair number of sometimes unruly people on their way to and from the local pubs.
I am always worried that some of the home-coming drunks will be tempted to empty the contents of the boxes onto the pavement as they pass so I don't put the boxes out until after post-pub-staggering-home time.
Collection day had been put back because of the Christmas/Boxing Day bank holidays. It should have been Friday, but was scheduled for Saturday instead. I therefore put the boxes out at 02:00 on Saturday morning, expecting them to be emptied at about 09:00 on Saturday. It didn't happen. I left the boxes out expecting them to be sorted out eventually but it didn't happen during the day. I went on the council website and saw that the collection had been put back to today (Sunday). Not wanting to leave the boxes exposed to drunken pranksters last night, I brought them back into the house, intending to put them back out again at 02:00 today.
I plonked the boxes down on my tiled kitchen floor and instantly became aware of a fetid greeny-yellow puddle oozing out of the boxes. Not only were my floor and recycling boxes dripping with stinking dog p*ss, SO WAS I! I smelt like an entire wolf pack had scent-marked me!
I put the boxes back out immediately, notwithstanding potential drunken pranksters. I mopped the kitchen floor, stripped off and chucked my dog-pee-stinking clothes in the washing machine, scrubbed myself using a soapy nailbrush and then went to bed. 30 minutes later, I got out of bed and scrubbed myself again because I kept getting whiffs of that damn smell. In fact, I had to get up regularly until about 04:00 because the smell kept coming back.
To cap it all, the recycling boxes STILL haven't been emptied ...
Yeah, thank you, considerate dog owner - I love the smell of dog p*iss in the morning!
*** I didn't see the dog in question, but judging from the amount of liquid involved, it must have been the size of a pony!
I am always worried that some of the home-coming drunks will be tempted to empty the contents of the boxes onto the pavement as they pass so I don't put the boxes out until after post-pub-staggering-home time.
Collection day had been put back because of the Christmas/Boxing Day bank holidays. It should have been Friday, but was scheduled for Saturday instead. I therefore put the boxes out at 02:00 on Saturday morning, expecting them to be emptied at about 09:00 on Saturday. It didn't happen. I left the boxes out expecting them to be sorted out eventually but it didn't happen during the day. I went on the council website and saw that the collection had been put back to today (Sunday). Not wanting to leave the boxes exposed to drunken pranksters last night, I brought them back into the house, intending to put them back out again at 02:00 today.
I plonked the boxes down on my tiled kitchen floor and instantly became aware of a fetid greeny-yellow puddle oozing out of the boxes. Not only were my floor and recycling boxes dripping with stinking dog p*ss, SO WAS I! I smelt like an entire wolf pack had scent-marked me!
I put the boxes back out immediately, notwithstanding potential drunken pranksters. I mopped the kitchen floor, stripped off and chucked my dog-pee-stinking clothes in the washing machine, scrubbed myself using a soapy nailbrush and then went to bed. 30 minutes later, I got out of bed and scrubbed myself again because I kept getting whiffs of that damn smell. In fact, I had to get up regularly until about 04:00 because the smell kept coming back.
To cap it all, the recycling boxes STILL haven't been emptied ...
Yeah, thank you, considerate dog owner - I love the smell of dog p*iss in the morning!
*** I didn't see the dog in question, but judging from the amount of liquid involved, it must have been the size of a pony!
(It may have been a weekend buy I bet you put them out at 2am on a Friday morning, ordinarily). Why not put the bins out, say, at 7am?
Less than 360 shopping days to go
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