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 There is a table in the kitchen upon which the coffee machinery is placed. The coffee maker and it's attendant grinder. Also a device for carbonating tap water, the tap water here being of high quality and there is no need to buy mineral water. Underneath this table is a small shelf with two baskets upon it, one for waste paper and one for used bottles and jars. Take this one out of the shelf and place the bottles and jars into a plastic bag. Some of the glass jars are revoltingly sticky, there is still some of their erstwhile contents stuck to them. Old jam is just sticky, not at all nice.

Look around the kitchen to see if there are any more old bottles and jam jars and things around that need to be thrown out. There is a jar quarter full of some meal, which has been there for years. Throw away the pale yellow powder and put the jar dusty old jar into the plastic bag along with the other ones. There is an old wine bottle there too, the one given as a reward for the blood transfusion two weeks ago. The wife enjoyed it in front of the television. Carry the bag and the basket of old papers down to the rubbish bins, put the papers into the blue bin. Take the plastic bag and leave the house.

Walk up the church alley, cross the road at the end. Be careful, a man was killed yesterday at a crossing on this road, a man on a bicycle was hit by a truck. There is no reason for more care on this day than on any other day, but this event leads to an increase of care, a sense of fear of  all these huge vehicles.

There is a bottle bank behind the ugly block of flats built into the centre of town here. Throw the bottles and jars into the appropriate holes in the different containers, there are containers for white glass, brown glass, and green glass. All these things are well sorted.

Go back home, return to tidying up the kitchen and the crockery cupboard.