Wellington may have finished with summer. It’s wet and windy outside today.
The weather was much the same last Tuesday on recycling day. I came back from work to find our wheelie bin had disappeared. Later in the night, under cover of darkness, we walked down the entire street, checking all the neighbours bins. Some are kept out on the footpath, but at some properties we had to sneak down driveways or footpaths to shine our torches on the addresses written on the side. We had no luck finding our bin, but then a good proportion of those who live near us keep their bins out of sight, inside or in a garage. We could only presume one of them had our bin, either by mistake or deliberately if they’d lost their own bin. Who would have thought our posh Kelburn cul de sac was a nest of thieves?
Here is a picture of our remaining non-recycling bin, all alone the following morning.
It wasn’t until the day after that that I spotted a lone bin on the side of the road as I was cycling into town on my way to work. It was several hundred metres down the hill on the main road, half way to the beehive. Could it be our bin? I crossed the road and checked and indeed it was. How did it get there? Barring the malign influence of juvenile delinquents, it had probably just been blown there by the wind. What did the mornings commuters think as they saw our bin trundling its own way downhill across the overbridge above them, as they were driving into the city? Just another day in windy Wellington, I guess.
