It's bin day in the Enchanted Village. I peer across at Mr and Mrs Champagne-Charlie's recycling box to see how many cases of gin they've got through this week.
What's this, an empty bottle of soy sauce and a rather fancy designer cider? Oops, it's our box. I'd forgotten Mr Grigg had put it outside the back door instead of the front.
At least we have a box. And a bin. Poor old Tuppence hasn't. Her bin has been nicked from the end of her lane.
That's well rubbish.
That's about it.
Love Maddie x
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