Hound and I have just come back from our morning walk. It’s windy out there! Not the balmy breezes of springtime, but a howling bloody gale. So why do people put out their bloody recycling wheelie bins in the evening before the collection is due? And why do they leave them in really exposed places knowing that it’s going to be windy? One road that we walked up is full of paper, cans, plastic bottles and broken glass. Two bins were blown over as we walked up one road – and that was scary, as the contents came bouncing down the road, with a following wind, and it’s not funny being hit in the legs by a salvo of bloody coke cans! When these good people get up, I expect they’ll be moaning about the mess. But it’s their own fault. And the poor hound is traumatised by being wacked over the head by a pizza box.