I'm so obsessed with composting that beside me as I type is a pile of my (small) son's outgrown pants and socks, which, once I've cut off the labels and Dr Who transfer decorations, are going straight outside to my beloved bins.
I collect bits of hair from the plughole.
I gather guinea-pig poos individually.
I pick up small bits of household fluff.
Maybe I need to get out more.
I collect bits of hair from the plughole.
I gather guinea-pig poos individually.
I pick up small bits of household fluff.
Maybe I need to get out more.
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