Today is the day to put out the hard rubbish for 2013 so the Council truck can collect it during the week. I went out to inspect the street and garden and then Lynettea shut me inside while she got her rubbish items from the shed and put them on the footpath.
I thought she might need me to help, but no. She said, 'go to sleep, Sasha in your cozy.' How could I go to sleep? I was very concerned. What if Lynette has thrown out precious things I might need in the future. I looked out of the front window, but couldn't get a good view.
Lynettea said, 'It is all rubbish, Sasha.' Exhausted by worrying, I fell asleep.