I'm a perfect recycling saint (and we have a real fire) so I normally have space.
My next door nemesis is trying to kill me and the planet by not doing ANY recycling.
ANY!
Not even dog food cans.
Now the cheeky mare is putting his ginormous black bag of doom in my bin on collection day.
And it gets worse.
He doesn't even push it down so the lid doesn't close.
If I get a yellow card from the bin men he had better run....