A Tribute to the Wiggle Wriggle

As the classic underage dawdler on the narrow sandy path that led past the piles of scrap metal into the sour-wine, fermented yeasty space of his bottle-o yard, my grandfather would often encourage me to accelerate, with the phrase, 'Get a wriggle on.'

Surveying the bins of various lidded categories in my garden it occurred to me that the effect of dappled light and shade was excellent, and I took this photo as a homage-satire on that well-known Australian rock group to the under-fives, The Wiggles.
Since then the Yellow Wiggle has got a wriggle on and left, and the purple Wiggle has re-wriggled.

Where does this leave my bins?

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