Park life

Every Friday morning, I'm reminded of Blur's classic song "Park Life" because it has the line "...except for Wednesday when I'm rudely awoken by the dustmen...". Except chez tressillian, when it's Friday.

Our trusty bin men normally have at least 2 and sometimes 3 bites at (rudely) waking us up:

1. 05:30 - single bin man walks up the street and drags each wheelie bin from the front of the house to the pavement.

2. 06:30 - massive rubbish truck with noisy hydraulic lifting gear empties all the bins. For good measure, they normally bash the bin a couple of times to ensure that it's empty.

3. (Optional) 08:00 - the "green" bin men do a simlar but slightly less noisy version for the recyclable stuff - glass, tins and papers.

Thankfully we're normally up-and-out by (3).