53 of 365TTSM - skip amnesia

A few weeks ago we ordered a skip for our renovation rubbish (see 36 of 365TTSM). It has been sitting full at the front of our house for a couple of weeks now, so I decided I'd better ring the skip company to come and pick it up. Unfortunately, it has been sitting at our house for so long that I couldn't remember which skip company had provided it. So I asked my significant other. "I can't remember," he said, "but the name will be on the skip". Bzzzt - wrong! So I looked for the receipt I'd received when I paid for it, which would have the company's name on it. Bzzzt - wrong again! All it contained was the scrawl of a mysterious man named Jim, who appeared to have no surname and not particularly neat handwriting. Finally, I resorted to leaving vague and confused voicemail messages with the two companies whose names I found in the yellow pages who seemed most familiar. One of them must have been right, because several hours later I went outside and the skip had vanished. Either that or we've been the victim of skip thieves. . .