Usually when the council says a date, the rubbish is picked up about three weeks later but the truck was out bright and early this morning.
I'd found a few more bits and pieces but didn't make it and I wasn't going to yell out "hold the truck!" for a couple of place mates and tin trays.
I threw those in the recycle bin when a 'bing' went off in my memory. Something in the last jewellery book about beading trays. I went into shock. I'd almost thrown out something useful so it was headfirst into the bin and retrieve the trays. Mock velvet glued down and fraystop around the edges and I had two brilliant beading trays.
I didn't have any use for the two very big black spiders I found, in the laundry and in the pantry but not the white tail variety and I don't think I'll bother finding out what species. They were large. I put each one on a separate branch of the apple tree and watched the panic when they realised they were in the open. They're probably homing spiders and I'll find them back where they started.
I didn't throw out the expensive cat litter which he refused to use or the 12 cat dishes I found in the pantry or the spare carry basket. The minute I do, someone will dump a stray cat in my front gate.
I almost threw out the little round plastic outdoor table but anchored down with a four scoria rocks over the mouldering tree stump, a basin on top and the doves had a tolerable birdbath.
Sister took a walk around the Mirvac slum during her shift break last night. She couldn't believe the quality of their junk. Lounge suites, good chairs and a couple of pairs of skis. I never thought to have a rummage through there.
Next year, there's always next year.