The first of July has come with gales from the northwest. They huffed and puffed and tried to blow my house down for 24 hours. During the night, they blew over 'The Fussy Painter's' garbage bin in Launching Place Rd., spreading all manner of plastic, foodscraps, old toilet roll centres and assorted litter over about 100 metres of roadway. I'm sure he'll gather it up when he knows. I don't know him but by the way he waves and calls out "hello" I'm sure he wouldn't be the type to leave his litter in the street. He must have missed the pick up last week, or the truck simply missed his bin.
That can happen. Leo and Pat Buckley's hard waste was left on the nature strip last week, while everyone else's was collected. When they rang to report it being left behind, the contractors wouldn't believe, at first, that it was out there beforehand. There was a heated exchange. Pat hung up in the end saying, "Well, I haven't got time to argue with you about it." The contractors rang back apologizing, saying it would be collected. It's still there today.
Fortunately there are no trees down. At least the wind brought some rain with it, although, again, disappointingly, it was only 6ml. The paper this morning said that the reservoirs went down by over 700 megalitres in the 24 hours before yesterday's reading. The sky is grey and heavy without a skerrick of blue, so maybe there's a bit more to come yet in this change.
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