What!? I come here to gossip, and I am asked to do a recap...no, don't ask me. I have no idea what is going on. But, saying that, I can add something about that little elegant tosspot with the white gloves.
See, I recon he does not only tit elegantly, but probably also put the bins out elegantly. He probably prepares himself putting on a little hat and white gloves, buffs up his buttons so they shine, and put a little gloss on his smug lips. Then he pays attention to the plastic bag as he gently lifts it out, and hums a cheerful little elegant tune to himself. As he leaves the kitchen, he playfully skips , but regains his normal stride as he reaches the door. Now his task requires much attention and care. He puts the bag into the bin, making his right hand flap a little, to create an elegant wave. Then the real work begins. He swivels the bin around and grips the handle with both his elegant hands, preparing to push it out to where the binmen can reach it. He enjoys it! He knows this is indeed life, and this is his reason for beeing! Enjoying every step, he pulls the bin out and stops for a minute to reflect. He is gripped by an urge to recite Byron and Keats! This is such a magic moment. His elegantly gloved hands clap together in joy and he gives into temptation;
I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful—a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.
A magic night of putting out the bin. He leads his live with such elegance... we can only aspire to it... that is all I have to say.