Bin Juice

No one likes taking the rubbish out, and if the bin has been festering too long under the sink, you might become a victim of 'Bin Juice'. You bravely pull the liner out of the plastic surround, like a midwife delivering a baby, while the slithers of semi-rotten vegetable peel drop on the floor. You try not to look too closely at the bottom of the bin; an area that your cleaning prowess regularly misses as the bin is always full when you have your rubber gloves on. The experience is not enhanced by the smell of fermentation. So, you hurry to the garden door ready to fling the rubbish out but realise, too late, that the cheap bin liners can't cope with the corner of a ready meal sleeve and torn the side. By now the handles are also ripping, but worst of all, a fetid concoction of tea dregs, liquified vegetation and cooking grease are seeping onto your kitchen floor. Welcome to 'Bin Juice'.

Its much nicer in the morning to have orange juice.