Well, last week the binmen didn't empty my bin - I assume because it was full of grass. When I paid someone to cut my grass and take away the clippings I didn't expect to have the grass dumped in my shiny new black bin. Luckily my lover is a very nice man and once my green bin had been emptied of the buddlia cuttings there was room for the grass and we transferred them into the appropriate container - As you can appreciate, being a mistress is all champagne, assignations, passion, heaving bosoms and fancy lingerie...

Once again it is bin night and I am in accord with my neighbours - its green bags as well as black bins. I've filled my green bag with my recyclables and put it out with bin, but this time looking far classier I'd actually been out for a drink at our Arts' Centre, so was still properly dressed - very nice brown velvet skirt and toning camisole with a knitted jacket/posh cardi(!) I was also wearing my fabulous bronze high-heeled boots so felt quite glamourous for a woman who had just been sorting her paper and plastic from various bins around the house...