Each spice has a special day to it. For turmeric it is Sunday, when light drips fat and butter-colored into the bins to be soaked up glowing, when you pray to the nine planets for love and luck.
You are going to end up as one of those sad old men who poke around in rubbish bins. ” “I’m going to end up in a hole in the ground. . . And so are you. So are we all.
I might be collecting wheely bins in 12 months time but at least they'll be wheely bins outside back gates that I know, in a part of the country that I love. There's no place like home!
Some people in England only have their wheelie bins collected once a fortnight. Their suffering is unimaginable.