Oh the shame...
Dh came home with his new car last night (new to us anyway). As it has to stay on the drive he's a bit of a worrier, it was also recycling bins night.
1 am comes an almighty crash and dh is at the window. I jump up and ask what's going on and he tells me 2 lads just took our bin, wheeled it up the street a bit and tipped it over, right outside the new neighbours house. I can't leave it and it rubbish strewn over the road so I get up, get dressed and walk up there street.
It's pissing with rain, I'm half asleep and there I am in the road scooping rubbish into the bin. The neighbours are awake as I can see their TV flashing.
As I pick up a Mars milkshake bottle I'm thinking "don't remember drinking that" but ds visited in the week maybe he drank it. I carry on picking up boxes etc when I see a water pistol. Now I know I've not put that in there. Half asleep and confused I look a bit closer.... It's not my bloody bin is it! Mine is still at the end of my drive. Even worse, the new neighbour is by now stood in the window watching me.
I casually pop the tin of value beans back in the bin, give a little wave and walk off leaving the rest of the rubbish in the road.
Came in, woke up dh, told him next time he sees half an event to check it's our sodding bin.
I suspect neighbours now think I'm done batty, bin dipping weirdo. Do I need to move?