I hope the local paparazzi weren't out with their cameras last night.
If so there will be photos knocking about of a mad old bird taking her wheelie bin for walk.
That's right, you heard...a wheelie bin!
Most people walk their dogs, there's a lady in town who walks her ferrets and I have known some people to walk their cats...but a wheelie bin! This is how folklore starts.
"Remember the lady who used to take her wheelie bin for a walk around the streets of Moreton Hall?"
"Yes...a jolly figure, who would wave at the passers by with one hand, and wheel with the other"
"Every Monday if I remember."
"I wonder what happened to her."
"Probably moved into the recycling centre...what with the cost of fuel."
Well before there is a risk of any rumour circulating the cafe-bars of Bury St Edmunds, there was indeed a funny looking lady wheeling her bin through the streets of Moreton Hall.
It was indeed me, but trust me it's a one-off. I've not got in the routine of giving the bin some regular exercise. If nothing else, it's pretty slim these days so doesn't need it.
I was in fact preparing for today's recycling assembly at our local school and people would have stared if I delivered it during the middle of the school run and that wouldn't do. I'm not the kind of girl to stop traffic and I didn't want to start today!
So the bin is waiting for the 149 kids to have a guess at how much rubbish is in there, having not put it out for six weeks.
So pop back later for an update. That's if I make it back in one piece of course and haven't been recycled myself.
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