An air of expectancy hangs over the neighbourhood. Some have gathered together their worldly goods and placed them carefully in front of their dwellings at sunrise this morning; some did so under the cover of darkness last night. Offerings from gardens take their places beside the detritus of everyday life. Recent happenings are recorded in newspapers and journals, yet these too are sacrificed.
The grey sky and total lack of wind add to the impression of stillness. Yet this is not a tranquil stillness; those who would flee the area have already done so. Those who are not yet prepared are nevertheless aware that all routes from here may be blocked by the huge, all-consuming vehicles belonging to THEM - and shudder!
Yep, today's the day Worcestershire County Council send their recycling lorries round!
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Today, stuck in a traffic jam to leave Oxford, I remembered I'd forgotten to put our bin out (rubbish, not recycling, today).
Fate chuckled noisily to himself as it was eventually revealed that the jam was caused by the bin lorry which would, in about half an hour, do an about-turn and trundle down our road. Where it will, of course, not empty our bin. On account of the not putting out.
Aye - the hand of Fate himself works through these lorries and dustcarts. And, yes, they move in mysterious ways as do all manifestations of the Almighty ...
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