Bin there, done that.

 We've had gale force winds in Wellington since yesterday.

Today is rubbish day.

That means that bins are everywhere, and so are idiots.

Idiots don't secure their bins properly and often overload them.

That means that, in these conditions, bins are blown over and rubbish blows everywhere.

For some reason, our drive attracts rubbish.

I was out last night, and early this morning, cleaning up other people's rubbish.

I took a drive early this morning (Rob would have been out cleaning, but Peter would have been playing with his device in bed - hopefully the electronic one). You can see bins, either with their tops open because some idiot didn't use the little clip on the bin or blown over with their unsecured lids. I don't want to get into comparisons to rocket science, but it's not that hard to secure the lid on your bin and put it in a position where it has the best chance of standing up to the wind.

Robert's latest post is about purgatory. I left a comment, but he edited the post so that he could have a go at my comment. No wonder he sometimes calls himself Robert the sinner. Purgatory awaits you, Rob.