A bit over a month ago I found Keith Richard’s autobiography in the communal bin area (it wasn’t in the bin it was in a plastic bag of other books & DVDs on the ground). I took the book because I’d previously wanted to read it. Then a couple of weeks ago I found a working watch in the recycling bin. It was poking out from a box of letters. I had been thinking about treating myself to a new watch as mine had been playing up for a while. One of the good things about this watch is that it glows in the dark so when I can’t sleep at night I know exactly what time it is. Who knew that the most successful aspect of my life would centre around the communal bin area?
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