My Merton rubbish collection is on Tuesday as usual this week, even though it is a Bank Holiday today. I checked it at Find your collection days (merton.gov.uk).
"Fascinating!" I hear you cry.
The story gets worse. Last week, institutionalized by day after day of self isolation, I got up on the morning I imagined the collection would be made and started typing a WhatsApp message to Joe who lives opposite asking him if he knew the Christmas week arrangements.
Until, that is, I had the brilliant idea of looking out of the window to see if any of the neighbours had put their bins out. The idea just came to me as some sort of mad inspiration; a kind of sixth sense if you like. An atavistic throwback to a gentler more holistic time, at peace with itself and society's natural rhythms.