Day 28 Rotting Rubbish and Furrtive Footprints

Our wheelie bins were not emptied last week, so I was pleased to hear the rubbish truck manoevering around our area just after 6am.  I was not so pleased when I discovered that our bins had not been emptied although those across the road had been.  As I went out past the checkpoint I complained to the soldiers about this and they said they would phone and see what could be done.  Further along I spied the rubbish truck on a sidestreet so went to ask the men why we’d been missed.  They explained that they’d tried to come in and do our area, but because they didn’t have a red permit they’d been told to turn around and go straight out again.  On the way they’d managed to clear the bins across the road, but not those of the half dozen households in Nova Place.  Ours are still okay, but some of the neighbours’ ones are starting to smell. 

Yesterday I’d noticed some grubby marks on the windowsill above the sink and had diligently cleaned them off.  This morning I was suprised to find more grubby marks and realised that the Refugee Cat must be climbing up there while we’re asleep at night.  There are solar fairy lights outside which may possibly attract him.  He’s extremely interested in windows, and who can blame him, when he’s not allowed to go outside yet.  His red zone is even smaller than ours.

“I understand what he must feel
but don’t give in to his appeal.”