The Friday morning ritual

As we've discussed in previous posts here and here, Friday is Garbage Truck Day around Pirbright Road.

Today was no different.

C stands on the brick wall, leaning against the iron railing. The truck, with bright orange flashing lights, rumbles towards our house. Burly guys in dirty clothes and yellow safety jackets move back and forth across the sidewalk, shuffling bags.

They always stop to chat and wave from the truck. C gets to see them throw these black bags into the gaping back of the big green truck.

This morning, C brought his (current) favourtie teddy bear down for the show.

I usually just stand behind him and finish my tea.