Every week I put the bins out to the kerb – they’re all clumped outside my front door the rest of the time. We’ve only two types here, general landfill stuff and recyclable. Strangely the Landfill goes in the green bin and the other one is blue. At the moment the blue bin is synchronised with the fortnightly delivery of “Private Eye” which reduces the memory taxing task of recalling which one’s due. There’s a lady next door who keeps her own bins outside her front door – I put hers out too. For the last year or so there’s been a single mum with two under fives in the house across from our block of flats – I’ve got into the habit of taking hers out at the same time.
Most weeks I get up in time to drag ’em back to their places but sometimes I get up a bit late and one of the other flat dwellers does it – the “bin men” come round early!
The other week something happened that really hit me. I walked out to find that the bins had been brought in by a guy who lives in the block – he’s not a tenant; he’s bought his flat (thus effectively removing it from the local government housing pool). He was standing talking to someone passing.
“You haven’t taken ’em all back.” said I, indicating the single mum’s bin still at the kerb.
“No, what has she ever done for me or you to warrant it?” (I paraphrase)
Now this gobsmacked me: he is a regular churchgoer and would presumably call himself a Christian. Almost every conversation with him brings up ‘his’ church in some way.
He’s also an educated man – ex teacher – older than me – and fit enough to cycle around quite a bit.
What sort of church teaches only do things for those who do things for you?
Anyhow, on with the pics.
8th May ’14
9th May ’14
10th May ’14
Sunday the eleventh of May 2014
This day I am SEVENTY years old!
No-one more surprised than me that I’ve lasted this long. The three best friends of my youth all died early.
Unfortunately I’m still about seventeen in my head, which doesn’t work very well with my ageing bod.
Did nowt special – didn’t even go out.
More to come …