Further to my last diatribe with reference to the kitchen bin, I can now reveal the culprit (s). It is 4.00 am and all is quiet in the house, not a creature is stirring, not even a mouse. Not in the kitchen anyway, until – that is – Morticia appears on an evening pad around the joint. Completely ignoring the bin at first, she is soon back to remove a scrunched up kitchen towel, then back for something else, and then on the third not-so-delicate pick, down the bin goes.
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