Alarm

GF must have failed to set his alarm. Monday morning entered his and the the SV's consciousness with the sound of the Recycling run by the bin men.

GF should explain. Every second week these noble knights of the bins visit the Gorse to take away that waste which is deemed to be recyclable. They say that bins should be out, by 07:00, at the roadside. GF's wasn't. Leaping from the bed and grasping for his glasses, your hero hurtled down the stairs and out to the garage. Then, clad just in pyjama bottoms, he trundled the bin down the road after afore-mention noble knights.

Wary of the alarm such a sight may cause amongst the neighbours, and fearful of said neighbours hurting themselves as they swoon, GF quickly disappeared back inside. Job done.

Note to self: put bin out the night before!