With no-one to make the first move the night before bin day, the whole street froze in panic as residents peered through cracks in curtains to see what to do. Has a bank holiday stepped back the bin day? What week is this? What year?
Around 3am a maniac householder finally panics and drags the green wheelie bin out wedged in two full recycling boxes and then sets it on fire.
Roaming fly tippers sense the fear and take advantage of the unrest by dumping three fridges and a mattress. Light bin bags full of wrapping paper roll down the misty road, there is weeping from behind a brown bin that clearly should not be there.
Leaderless, the street is now a lawless wasteland. Now the waste has won.