Forgot to put the trash out this morning (well ACTUALLY fiancé).
Very annoying. Little pieces of plastic are being ripped apart by one aggressive magpie. Every minute this (very) scary bird leashes a new attack. The ground is covered with little pieces of egg mixed with homemade pasta sauce and other undefinable rubbish.
There is no other option than bringing ALL trash bags (including ripped one, new) to the waste disposal.
Already slightly rancid I park the car next to the disposal container. On high heels (okay not very clever, but smelling AND walking on flats is just too much) I click clack to the big iron monster. With a elegant swing I toss the first bag in the container. One down, eight to go…