My Neighbour tells me I am Crazy!

She may well be correct, but let's have some context. I live on the outskirts of a small village, which has one road in. There's no out unless you want to drive into the sea, so you turn around and come back the way you came to leave the village. My house is off this road, and my driveway is just over 500 feet (155 metres) long. At the end of this are two houses -- my own and an elderly couple. Bin day is a Tuesday morning. I trundle the wheelie-bins down on a Monday evening; they are emptied around 8am Tuesday; I bring them back some time mid-morning depending on what I am doing. Occasionally our elderly neighbour wanders down and collects them. I prefer to do it, but she likes to do her bit. Scene set, and now to this morning. She beat me to itWhile I was still faffing around in the morning, she did the deed and brought the bins in. I immediately sent her a text message proclaiming that was my job. She messaged back, "haha, beat you to it". I showered, dressed, and decided I would…