When I got home from being out of town, I noticed the recycling bin lid was hanging off.
I waited a few days to see if anyone owned up, they didn't, and I mentioned it to Tony, who immediately went into sullen child mode. This is a departure from the norm. For starters, I had assumed it was Dougall, for seconders, Tony's go-to reaction is denial. He hung his head and fidgeted a bit.
"mm yeah I dropped it, din't I", he mumbled, ".........broke."
I laughed inside.
"Were you just going to leave it? I was bound to find out."
"mmm..forgot."
"Listen. Things break mate. Don't worry about it. But let me know, eh?"
Brads heard about it, and came in a few days later with a replacement bin. Nice one!
In the bin was the receipt. It was £10. I was going to pay him for it but didn't get round to it before Tony approached me.
"Whatchoo want for the bin?"
"Eh?"
"How much wuz it? I'll pay for it."
"Oh! Well actually I didn't buy it. Brads did. It was a tenner."
"Should I pay him then?"
"Well yeah, I suppose. It's between you and him now anyway. I'm happy with the situation."
"Kin I 'ave the old one?" (it was still outside pending disposal)
"Uh, yeah, I suppose so."
"Nice one. I'll take that one and I'll give Brads a fiver then"
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