Every two week a pile of ‘rubbish’ appears at the end of my lane. North Sydney Council collects household wastes fortnightly, encouraging residents to declutter. What you see here will shortly disappear into a truck and crushed before ending as landfill. Except for that bicycle.
I live next door to this pile of junk and when I spotted the bike I texted my friends with seven grandchildren. They messaged back to say please keep it for their only granddaughter. Keep it; where?
I messaged back to say please come and get it soon as it now blocks my front door.
Before I finished my message I turned around and the council truck had arrived, blocking my entrance and all that ‘trash’ disappeared…
revealing my guerilla garden that was buried beneath it.