It’s hard rubbish collection time in our street. Here’s the crapola we managed to throw away.
But all is not always as it seems on hard rubbish piles. For example, there were a few items on our pile that were hidden from my camera lens.
I can’t help but get emotional around hard rubbish collection time.
Remind me to tell you the story of how the bed REALLY broke one time…
Oh I know how it broke. And if you reread what I wrote I think you’ll find that I didn’t lie about its demise.
Well, I’ve never heard it called THAT before…