It was about 1.30am and I was woken by lots of loud talking outside on the street. Then there was a huge bang and the sound of our wheelie bin being nicked! Justin jumped out of bed, lookd out the window, went downstairs, looked out the front door, got into the car and followed them down the road. By his stage they had gone but had left a trail of bins in their wake. It wasn’t too hard to find them, just followed the trail….looked like a bunch of teenagers having an all night party down the road.

So my good natured and public minded husband picked up all the bins that were strewn all over the road. He found ours to be a bit dented and bashed up, so left that one and took a better one! Ahh bless! He is so brave. I *heart* him!!

PS Reference to Abs-of-steel in previous post was tongue in cheek. I can only dreams of such things!