Bin Night

The worst thing about living in the scrub is bin nights. My driveway is over 250m and there is nothing worse than having to take the bins out on every second Tuesday night. I always forget to do it during daylight hours, leaving me to do the run at the mercy of the local werewolves and axe murders. Fortunately I have some mates at mine for the Billabong Pro Junior, meaning that there are extra hands to help. I drove while Perth held on to both the recycle and general waste bins with the boot open. He was struggling to keep them upright, I suppose that me lining up the pot holes did not help, I was loosing it laughing.