Rubbish

My friendly neighbour at Waikanae scuttled over to our place this morning, grimacing with second hand embarrassment at my faux pas: I had put out the wrong recycling. The yellow bin was last week, this week is bottles. I raced out the front to bring it back in, but I knew it would be too late – I could see the curtains twitching in the other houses. I expect the nosey parker who lives two doors down was already penning a strongly worded missive to our local paper,  exclaiming at the decline of civilized society at the hands of those with poor moral fibre, who, perhaps not coincidentally, also had a rather unkempt berm, not at all in keeping with the smart tone of the rest of the neighbourhood. Sigh.