I imagine the binman groans and complains every year at this time when he anticipates overflowing dumpsters and broken bags of odorific garbage. Its the knowing that he is going to have to be the one to actually get out of his lorry and pick it all up. I can only suspect that the local homeless rejoice at this time when yards and back alleyways in the residential areas become littered with all those items that students did not wish to take home. I imagine grumpy landlords making constant trips to the bin, lamenting to the neighbors about perfectly good property left behind in the not so clean apartments ("Somebodies not gonna see that cleaning deposit!").
Oh well, theres a price to be paid for owning rental property.
Summer will soon roll in on wheels of high condensation. The hum of air conditioners will be heard and then the festivals... Oh the festivals! the 2013 Summer Writing Festival starts next month - I've registered, tuition is paid, I am prepped to fall headlong into academia! Wish me the best if you would, for the hallowed halls are fraught with peril... Can't wait!