#474
Today was my turn. Sorry, Goblins.
Thursday is bin day. We all put our bins by a gate and another resident puts them out proper, the gate's finicky and it's easier this was. One house is unoccupied. Dunno about one of the others, they store their bins in a shed. Two houses did have their bins. Mine was...somewhere. I did check by the gate, nothing was there. I could tell from the window the large industrial bins for the road side of the terrace were still on the street so I figured whatever, mine's probably there and if it's not I'll ring the council...probably not tomorrow, but at some point.
So then I heard what sounded like a knock at the door? But when I moved I managed to kick over the fan at my feet (it's there for a legit reason, I swear) and it started making some very not-good noises. I switched it off to check the door and I could hear a woman talking, but by the time I'm at the door there's nobody in view on the street but hey, my bin's back! Sweet. Realise I should bring the goblins something back up the stairs. Select a bag of parsley because I'm lazy and can take the rest back later. Get upstairs, goblins are excited, I open the bag and...gross. It's all in a wet clump at the bottom and the smell is something else. Riiiight. Go back downstairs, dump bag contents into brown bin, find some more parsley in a different bag that's still good, give goblins parsley.
Stage II - fix the fan. Took a good amount of
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but I got there. Remind me never to do that again though because it felt like I just did the same thing repeatedly til it decided to stop mucking about.
It's too warm for this nonsense, lol.