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Simon runs his own wheelie bin business in Christchurch. His workday is measured in jumps - on and off the back of the truck, bin after bin. For years he never gave them a second thought. Then his knees started keeping count. He could see where it was heading: the runs handed to someone else, the boots swapped for a desk chair. And after a rough few years, he'd had enough tablets to last him. "I'd taken so many pills that I sounded like a rattle." So he and his sister went looking for something else. Full story below 👇