Thursday, 12 November 2009

The bin men cometh

Strange how these things happen. (Oh no, that was last week.)

It's Thursday everybody. Which means that - if we're not already wide-awake - we're woken (well, roused; nay, startled; actually scared witless wide-awake and double quick) by the battle cry (well, yell) of BIII-MEN! DADDY - MUMMY - BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII MEEEEEEEEEN! For the uninitiated this translates as refuse-collection operative (male - plural).

This morning I'd heard the distant rumble of the lorry in my sleep. I turned over, vaguely registering the fact that Charlie would miss seeing them this week (and they him - they all wave cheerily as we stand and watch them empty our bins) and then went back to sleep. (I was in bed, I should point out. Why do bin-men always come so early?) And then it happened. And as usual it was impossible to ignore. If there'd been a fire in his cot he couldn't have shouted any louder. And so I did what any caring dad would do. I told Charlie to be quiet and went back to sleep. No I didn't. I dashed - naked -  from my bed, hoiked Charlie from his cot and rushed to the window just in time to see the bin-men pull up, lights flashing, right outside our house. Strategic use of the curtain spared my blushes (in case you're wondering, Tara). The bins were emptied. Charlie waved. They drove off for another week.

And Charlie asked for more. 'More bi-men daddy' he kept asking as he took hold of my face and made me look him in the eyes. 'More bi-men?' he kept asking. 'Bi-men' he called out after them as they drove off up the road. 'Bi-men. More bi-men!'

After about half an hour I did what any caring dad would do. I told him to shut up, eat his breakfast and wait until next Thursday like the rest of us. No I didn't. (Well, I did - but it didn't do any good.) After getting sick to back teeth of hearing him demand the bi-men I got my old toy 'bi'-lorry from the loft. Now he can take the bloody bin-men to bed with him at night and wake up and see them every morning. And next Thursday, I might get a lie-in. Possibly.



24 comments:

  1. What a good reluctant Dad you are. I would have been tempted to chuck my lot in the bin instead, you can still do that right? Too funny, has cheered my day up.

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  2. Don't you sometimes with the bin collectors came at like 10 o'clock in the morning instead? heh heh

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  3. Let's hope Charlie's not fixating on hopes of a future profession for himself?! Though It would brobably assure him of paid employment when he's older - nothing grows like rubbish!

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  4. Very, very cute photo & post. Have a funny feeling this could be a weekly occurance despite your best attempts to stop it!

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  5. Ha ha. Of course I share his fascination for bin lorries. I've even been for a ride in one. Better not tell him that or you will be under pressure :-)

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  6. Was prompted by GoonerJamie's tweet to check out your post. Even if it's some years ago I had a son of the "bi-men Daddy" size, it still made me laugh and cheered me up.

    He looks absolutely delighted on the photograph!

    //Néné

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  7. I'm the bin man in our house!

    I noted this week that Playmobile make a bin man truck & wheelie bin set. Could put it on his list to Santa?

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  8. You should move to Maidenhead, they don't come until midday.
    Bless him, Chrissy is the same but over Firemen (FY-EE-MANS) as the top of our road is an accident blackspot, they often turn up to pull cars apart from one another after a smash, and Mini loves watching them out the window when they do. But everytime they go again all hell breaks loose

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  9. Charlie is so sweet and cute and you're a lovely dad after all. Our bin men come on Wednesday at approx. 7.45am, right in time to block my car in the drive when I need to drive out! Perfect timing. Ciao. A.

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  10. I swear the only reason any of us have curtains is so we can look out of the window and have it at an odd angle to stop those outside seeing us naked!

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  11. Now that we have wheelie bins, we get two visits from the bin men at different times of the day. Be grateful for small mercies!

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  12. Bless him. Couldn't help but laugh at this one. Think it might stay with you a while. Unless you spend one Thursday following the bin men round so he gets his fill? I'm in the wilds of Northumberland its 12:50pm and still no bi-men!

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  13. Very cute, my eldest gets very excited about them too. I would seriously get on the phone to your council and arrange for the bin men to come later, I'm sure they'd oblige. And when children are a bit older you get all the questions like 'where do they take the rubbish? what happens to it? why?' and so on. And on.

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  14. Super post. Used to find them fascinating myself as a kid.

    My mate is friends with all the binmen round here. Don't know why xxx

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  15. My son decided that the bin lorry was a dragon this morning and refused to let me open the door until it had gone away.

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  16. What is it with Children and Bin Men. Our collection is tomorrow and the blokes now MiniMads name now. They come just after we have dropped Maxi and school and he will wait for them! We invested in a Playmobil Bin Wagon for last years Christmas Pressie and it is one of our post played toys

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  17. That picture proves it: happiness is a red refuse truck.

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  18. If you lived in st albans you could have had that joy THREE, yes, THREE times on a friday...

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  19. This would make a lovely children's book, my friend! Charlie and the Bin Men! One man's trash is another boy's treasure!

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  20. Awww, that's so sweet and I can just imagine it as I expect my two year old would do the same if he saw them collecting our rubbish.

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  21. Awww, bless him. I remember when my youngest was going through a 'tractor' stage ... I found a video of tractors. Just tractors. He thought it was the best thing. I'm wondering if there is such a thing as a binmen dvd? Worth looking on eBay maybe? x

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  22. Ah, how I laughed. What a funny post.

    My bin man is on strike. So are the recycling men!

    My rubbish is piling up.

    Poor Charlie wouldnt know what a bin-man was if you lived here. They are like gold-dust.

    Love RMxx

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  23. Charlie would love living here. The main refure bi-men collect every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. The cardboard and tins bi-men collect every Tuesday while the bottle bi-men collect every Thursday. And the newspaper bi-men collect Saturday.

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  24. Look at that face!
    Happy guy.
    When I was little I thought the "garbage men," as we call them here, were like Santa Clause and that they were the same four men, traveling on their truck through out the world. I was so excited to see them at our new house when we moved. I could hardly stand it!
    Now there's only the driver of course, but due to recycling, and yard trimming bins we get 3 chances to catch the truck. It makes for seeing at least one of them every Wednesday!

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