When, like today, the wind
blows hard on recycling day in the village the combination of inherently
unstable containers (heavy waste paper hopper perched on top of a bin
containing weightless cans and plastic, left on a grassy down-sloping green)
and some residents being none too scrupulous in their rubbish management tends
to produces a high street strewn with paper, some of which ends up decorating
our frontage; as I gathered it up, most of it seemed to be a young neighbour’s
promptly discarded schoolwork so I was tempted to mark it and hand it back
along with a detention for littering.
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