Since the start of lockdown we’ve been amassing too much rubbish.  There are three men who live in this house with me, at the moment, and none is very neat, nor very tidy. 

Yesterday, was the start of The Six Nation’s Rugby; the gargantuan bottles following those first two matches are spilling out of even my spare bottle bank. 

I’ve been known to sneak a few extras into the receptacle of the single man who lives opposite, but this week it would be plain painful. It’s no good …  Boyfriend is loading up for a dump run.  

(96-word Micro-Story)

Prompt inspired by Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt #195

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