Felt a bit grotty when I got up this morning. Definitely fighting a cold and it has me on the back foot. The morning dog-walk-coffee got me moving and seemed to clear the phlegm that had taken root in my nose and throat overnight. Too much information? Sorry. By the time I got home I was as clear as a progressing Scientologist, the aches in my feet had subsided and I felt OK to commute on foot. So I did. Trying to remember if there was anything of note on the way in and struggling...nope, just a commute.
I didn't improve much at work. Struggled to control my temperature and broke out a Lemsip Max. By lunchtime the Lemsip had kicked in and I felt OK enough to go for another run. Throat felt a bit soar and I was still not feeling the love. I plodded most of my typical lunchtime loop. I missed out on the piers and dropped maybe a kilometre, but that's OK.
Don't feel like I've written enough, so welcome to my charity clothing bin despair in three movements.
Movement One - Clothes you muppets, CLOTHES!
There is a small car park a few hundred metres from my home where there was once a charity clothing bin. It was operated by a youth with leukaemia charity. I'd sometimes drop stuff in there. It was clearly a clothes bin. Not a vacuum cleaner and box speakers bin. I could never fathom the thoughts of people who simply dumped their old stuff next to a charity clothing bin. Just take your old shit to a charity store or a dump. Don't shift your problem to a charity. They're a charity, help them don't hinder them.
Movement Two - For profit
The bin disappeared for a while and was then replaced with another. The new one looked like the old one apart from the lack of anything indicating it was another charity bin. There was a small name on it, which I have forgotten now. However, at the time I looked up the name and found the mob supplying the bin were a "for profit" organisation that collects rags for industry. I thought that was a bit shitty; this bin had been placed in a spot occupied previously by a charity bin but without making it clear this was now collecting your clothes for their profit. Kids with leukaemia or shareholder returns, now let me think...
Movement Three - Sod it, I'll leave it anyway
The for profit bin was taken away. I think a lot of people had the same uneasy feeling as I did and the new bin did not last long. I walked past the spot today, as I do most days, and saw three bags of clothes left in the spot where the bin had once been. Now I suppose there is an outside chance that the fly-tipper might have thought the bin would be back in a bit, it had just gone to get a coffee...but to me it did look a bit like someone had just left some of their old clothes in a small carpark.
Funny old world.
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