My brother was a professional singer and so he had quite a number of frilly shirts and hankies to match.
We was poor LOL
We also had a laundrette right to the back of us and so mother put all his precious frilly shirts into black plastic bag - beside our regular bin.
Somebody in the family put the regular bin out for the bin men along with the black bag of precious cargo.
When she found out they had gone mother was screaming up and down the entry like a lunatic "Mr Binman Mr Binman - my son's frilly shirts are gone - where are they.
This was mid morning and so mother was doing this whilst in a very thin pink nightie displaying the shadow of her pubis LOL.
Meanwhile binman told her shirts had gone away for a very long time. True story. Think the brother forgave her. But don't know whether the binman forgave her for that frightening look
A comic tale JJ. Reminds me of a verse from a 1960s Pop Record, Lonnie Donnegan's "My Old Man's a Dustman" :-
Now one day whilst in a hurry
He missed a lady’s bin
He hadn’t gone but a few yards
When she chased after him
“What game do you think you’re playing”
She cried out from the heart
“You’ve missed me, am I too late”
“No, jump up on the cart”