We place bags of rubbish in a bin out in the yard and then take them up to the big bin on the main road which is emptied about three times a week. It is the hang-out for stray cats and also the place to drop anything from bundles of prunings to old matresses. Anything which might be of interest to someone else is placed beside the bin and often disappears before the hour is out.
Until recently rubbish in the old town was collected by cousin Stavros and his donkeys, which were actually mules. Mules could climb up all the odd irregular steps and squeeze down tight alley-ways. I would hear Stavros early in the morning calling out to all the housewives as he passed. He knew us all and would often stop to pass on the gossip he had learnt that morning.