The woman who lives next door to me went out at least six times yesterday. I think "once a day" got lost somewhere in translation. Then, today she went back off to the supermarket while her husband "saved" her road parking space for her with his recycling bins. This was the cue for the recycling collection van to turn up which lead to a confused looking husband trying to decide whether to move his bin back to in front of his garden for collection or try to persuade them to take it from the road, which in turn led to him standing probably less than two centimetres from one of the refuse collectors. FFS.