My 19-month-old toddler is in love. Not with his teddies, cars or trucks (although he quite likes these too), his biggest current obsession is: bins. Bathroom bins, kitchen bins, red bins, yellow bins, green bins, skip bins, council bins, street bins, dirty bins, clean bins. He loves them equally and likes to greet them as if they are alive.
He yells ‘HELLO BIN!’ from the car as one whizzes by in my peripheral vision, or points and waves at his friend ‘BIIIIIIIIIIN!’ from across the street. He loves to see the garbage truck once a week and yet he got upset when he saw one of his bin friends fall over after being roughly placed back on the ground by the giant claw, ‘poor bin!’.
This cornucopia of waste receptacles and regular rubbish collection days is great for ensuring we live in a functioning, clean country. However, it’s becoming a bit of a nightmare for me right now when I simply need to pop down the street to get something done – there are bins just about everywhere!