This just in: My wife has found a way to exact her revenge for my stubborn stance on the raincoat issue. This brand-new game needs a catchy name and I’m leaning towards “Passive Bin Emptying” at the moment. The ‘passive’ part stems from the fact that it’s an activity that detrimentally affects me through no choice of my own. Well, that’s not entirely true. I suppose could try being less anal about this sort of thing, but then I just wouldn’t be ME, would I?
Where was I? Ah yes, bin games. Perhaps I should first explain that we have an arrangement that Mrs Kyknoord and I take turns to empty the kitchen bin. If I emptied it last, then she is supposed to empty it when it fills up again. Simple? One would think so.
My dear spouse has discovered what she believes is a technical loophole in this agreement (and has actually turned out to be a de facto bloody loophole, in reality). Essentially, she has concluded that if the bin never fills up, then she never has to empty it. Consequently, once the bin reaches the ‘full to overflowing’ stage, she starts decanting the things on top into an auxiliary bin (i.e. plastic bag off to the side). Once the auxiliary bin is full, she augments it with a second auxiliary bin. She repeats this process until someone trips over auxiliary bin number three and says, “Oh for fuck’s sake, I’ll empty the bollocking bin!” Who could that be, I wonder?