I leave the house to go to the supermarket. In one hand: my wallet, into which I have cunningly crammed my phone. In the other: a huge pile o’rubbish, destined for the bin that sits outside the door.
What I threw into the bin: my wallet and phone.
What I tried to carry with me into the car: the huge pile o’rubbbish.
If it was the first time it had happened, it wouldn’t be so bad, but, er no.
In conclusion: crawling headfirst into a rubbish bin = not a great way to start the day. But the way I am apparently destined to start many more of mine…