I'm not useless.

( Far from it. Here she grumps about sexist comments )

( Here she gets smug about being a virtuous bunny and doing hard labour )

( Here she gloats over her beautiful flowers. )

Oh - and sitting out on the grass verge in front of my place is:

One dead fridge
One dying washing machine
One dead monitor
one dead computer chair
two dead heavy slatted garden chairs
Bits of a computer desk
A pile of old jars whose rubber seals have perished
And some other junk

waiting for the council pickup in the morning. I wonder what will actually be left there when they turn up?