Bin and gone

Before I start (and you may have gathered this already from previous posts) I'm not getting on very well with my flat at the moment (or my flatmate). I am still trying to be a good tenant though and airing my room as instructed, trying to be as quiet as I can, and generally clean and tidy. So, last night I thought that I would bleach/clean the kitchen caddy thing which thoughtful Leytonstone council provide us with to put all our organic waste in for composting. I expect you can imagine what a bin full of mouldy food smells like, so it's not the nicest job in the world. So, I fill it up with a mixture of hot soapy water and bleach and leave it for a bit to soak. An hour or so later I go back into the kitchen to take it out to the garden and pour it down the drain. But I forgot about the gammy finger (see below)... As I pick it up with both hands I knock said finger, howl in pain and lose my grip on the caddy. For a split second I thought I had it as I managed to keep hold of the lid. But, Waltham Forest Council caddies are not made of strong stuff. The lid breaks away from its hinges, spewing forth its contents all over the kitchen floor, cupboards and some of the living room carpet (not to mention my slippers). So in one fell swoop I have managed to scream twice very loudly (once for the finger and once for the wet slippers—the latter may have been a curse) and soak the whole kitchen in minging bin water. What a good tenant I am.

Although I may have drowned the mouse.