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Something's going on with the bins in Hitchin.
Tonight on the dog walk I passed a bin with a plunger on top of it. Was it some kind of Hitchin dalek? If so it's plunger was pointing at its own head so it was a suicidal Dalek.
Or are all the bins in Hitchin decorated individually as some kind of art installation? Like when towns have cows or Gromits dotted around the centre, all decorated by different artists.
It's certainly a mystery. If it was a plunger that someone didn't want any more they would have put it in the bin, surely. The only real explanation is that someone walked down the road with a plunger and then unknowingly dropped their plunger and then a passerby picked up the plunger and put it on the bin, like it was a lost glove. But who walks down the road with a plunger? And then doesn't notice that they've dropped the plunger? An absent minded plumber? I don't think so. A plumber guards his plunger with his life. Can you imagine the chaos if they turned up at a job without it? And the shame. They'd have to hand in their plunger. But they wouldn't be able to.
So I don't know what has happened here. And I don't want to know. Life needs some mystery. And the kind of mystery it needs is why is there a plunger on a bin and who put it there? Only one person truly knows the answer and I hope they will take the secret to the grave. I hope they did it so that a man who has already written 8056 blogs in a row would have something else to write a blog about. That's so specific though and there's every chance that a man who had written 8056 blogs in a row wouldn't happen to walk by this bin (I do different dog walks so no guarantee I'd be here).
Or what if it's actually something more beautiful. What if the people who live on that road in Hitchin have realised that they all occasionally need a plunger, but it's something that for the most part sits in a cupboard unused. What if instead of all buying their own plunger at huge expense (we're talking
a minimum of £7.99 if you buy your plungers from Amazon- but please try and buy your plungers from a local plunger shop), they bought one plunger and decided to share it. We could be looking at as little as 50p each depending on the number of households that signed up. The plunger is left stuck to the bin so anyone can use it (perhaps the properties near to the bin have to pay a slight premium for convenience. Then once you've sorted out your sink or toilet, you give the plunger a wipe and put it back on the bin for the next person to use. There's the slight danger of plunger theft, but you could employ someone to keep an eye on the plunger, or add a tracker of some kind and surely when word got round of this scheme, everyone would respect the bin plunger and probably sign their own neighbourhood up and get their own bin plunger. It's not worth stealing something that is available and free for all on every bin (that isn't used as a cum receptacle - to be fair there's enough room for both, the plunger might even help with extraction).
Imagine a plunger on every bin for a 50p downpayment. It's easy if you try.
You may say I am a dreamer and in this case, I probably am the only one. AT THE MOMENT. But that's how all great ideas start up. And what if people didn't just share plungers? What if every bin had a selection of tools and kitchen appliances that you could borrow as and when you needed them, rather than all paying for them individually? It might make emptying the bin more difficult but you probably wouldn't need to, as no one would be able to get their rubbish in there anyway. Imagine a society where we threw nothing away and didn't need to because we shared everything we had and recycled all our rubbish.
You may call me a Womble.
But that would be hate speech against the monoball community.
I forgot to mention this bit of fun we had whilst playing Pictionary on our fridge yesterday. Phoebe had picked a word off some cards and this is what she initially drew.
But luckily, as my wife pointed out on Instagram, once the picture was finished it became almost apparent that Phoebe was drawing a torch. Phew.
This family is not decreasing Hitchin's weirdness factor.
