He stared at the piece of paper clutched in his hand, and the earth seemed to shift beneath his feet. For more years than he could remember, he had taken this one thing for granted as a constant, unchanging fact of life. Events might shake the world; governments might fall; his job might change beyond all recognition; but not this. Surely this could be trusted, a steady beacon amidst the chaos.
Perhaps he had misunderstood. He fumbled for his reading glasses, perched them on his nose, and read the words once more:
â€śFrom next month your bin day is changingâ€¦â€ť