Bins! Bins! BINS!
All the wheelie bins get left at the end of the street for collection. Black bin is anything goes. Yellow bin is recycling. Le council have messed around with pickup schedules and what you can / can't recycle obviously but there's a leaflet, it's not effing rocket science.
But apparently it is, because folk are shoving stuff in the recycling bins that clearly isn't on the list for recycling (tea bags and magazines for example) so the binmen reject the entire bin. Then the owner of the bin just decides this isn't their fecking problem and just leaves their full bin at the roadside to fester until the next collection, two weeks hence. And in the meantime continues their terrible recycling plan by filling up yellow bags (allowed) with the wrong type of recycling and the pile just gets higher.
And Ive turned into a fecking old man curtain twitcher trying to work out who the culprit is.

Why do I care?! It's not even outside my house or even near enough to whiff it.
My next house is going to be on its own in the middle of nowhere where I don't, literally, have to deal with other people's shit, and where I can die alone and eaten by cats.