My neighbours bins, sitting in the alleyway outside my window for a week. I don't why they put them out, there can't be anything in them. I went around the corner on my bike the other day into the alley and collided with the grey one lurking a bit further forward than usual. I swore and hoofed it and as it fell over it flicked it's liddy arse right down my shin. Now I've got an itchy shin where the scabs healing. The neighbours have redeemed themselves several times though so I don't hold a grudge, except with the grey bin, it's dead when my shin is better.