DH does the bins as The Bins, everything from DD’s tiny pedal bin, bed & bathroom bins through to the bigger office & lounge bin & finally to the huge kitchen bin.
Bins = all bins, unless one you’re having to play Bin Jenga with due to being full, then the first to play a Jenga’d item will do that bin before carnage ensures. In theory, although when my son lived at home he took it as a challenge rather than an absolute chore.
Recycling is different; place recycling straight into the outside recycle bin, unless you’re cooking & a small pile may accrue by the draining board until you lob it into the outdoor bin at the earliest convenience (usually during a break in proceedings whilst tea is brewing).
If DH is away, bins become the responsibility of anyone around on the night before Bin Day.
If Bin Night is missed (usually due to festival & bank holiday confusion), then there must be a visit planned to The Dump (or Skiptopia as we call it as it has the most fabulous reuse centre shop). And hope that DH, if left alone, doesn’t go to the Small Appliance area to bring home more random electronic stuff, he views it as a giant, free pick & mix.
Unfortunately, last week he was momentarily unsupervised as I threw the last of the ivy into the green skip, and he met a fellow Electronics Womble & they both managed to rescue full sized Casio keyboards that were laying forlornly on the top of the pile. One dead hedge trimmer was replaced by the electronic piano thing 🙄. Gah!