Manoeuvring the pram around the obstacle course of wheelie bins on the pavement, curbs, oncoming traffic, steps, trees and the odd poo with one hand, while its pouring with rain and I'm holding a broken umbrella, that's blowing inside out emptying its contents on me instead; requires a one handed double jointed spiral hip twisting crescent moon bend; to the right.
I love looking like a soggy pretzel with a hunchback.
I love doing one handed yoga in the rain.
Of course the one day I make an effort and actually have a shower and blow dry my nimble balding excuse for hair is the day that I end up looking like I'm one of those "interesting" people auditioning for X Factor.

Dustbin men are SO underrated. The unsung hero's who basically rid us of all that has passed through us, all that has seen its time, and all that wished it had but didn't quite hit the mark.
All praise to the Dustbin man yet the problem is someone up top obviously doesn't think so (and I'd like to see any one of them sorting through all that crap) as they've decided that paying them enough to take the wheelie bins out, onto the road to be emptied must be enough, because god forbid paying them any extra may actually mean they'd PUT THEM BACK!!!