Ahhh Maleny...It might've been funny if...Oct 2 2006I don't know, maybe if I was twenty years younger and a whole lot more laid back....or maybe if it wasn't my bin... Someone with a handful of sparklers and time on his/her hands just couldn't resist my recycle bin full of beautifully flammable paper. Sunday morning I noticed it had been torched rather dramatically and wondered idly if I could recycle it as a piece of urban sculpture. Monday morning I realised I'd missed my chance - whoever did the first makeover had come back to finish off the job. Now I'm not that attached to my wheelie bin and Council were very polite about it all (new bin promised within 48 hours) but I guess the thought is - what happens when they get bored with bins? The garden's good and flammable at the moment and the garden grows up to the house... I guess I won't go too far down that line of thought - but I'm pretty peeved that my street has become the favoured spot for random acts of vandalism. No wheelie bin and certainly no letterbox is safe. The CCTV camera's been ordered (night vision and all - ain't Ebay wonderful!) and I'm almost resigned to reverting back to city think - 'lock it up, put a bright light or a camera on it or it will be gone'. Almost - but not quite. It's only a bin, after all. I'm still wondering who once owned the letter-box-cum bird-box in the paddock next door... |
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