This time last year, I did an inventory of all the bins in my garden. In total, there were seven, which was taking up a good bit of space in a relatively small patch of land.
One way or another, there was a reason for their presence, apart from an old style dustbin (with no lid). Goodness knows how long it had been there or indeed how it had ended up there, considering wheelie bins came in before the house was even built!
Now, that’s one mystery I don’t need to solve. The question instead was what was I going to do with the bin. I had thought it could be used to store rainfall. Mmm, good idea but, alas, the bottom had perished. Result: a well-watered patch of ground I wasn’t growing anything in.
Well, no more. It was this afternoon taken to the municipal waste disposal site, and thus I now have that bit more space to grow things in.