.....you see a backyard gate wide-open, but no bin ready for collection.....you're filled with concern for the resident, maybe there's been a break in, maybe the doddery old lady has had a tumble when doing a bit of recycling, so what do you do?
a) clock the fact that there's scaffolding everywhere
b) ditto there's a large, red builders van
c) and a skip
d) and a yard stacked with slates and builders rubble
e) AND, for good measure, two builders on the roof.....hey maybe, just maybe, THEY might know what's going on
f) or, heaven forfend, stick your head round said open yard gate and ask the doddery old lady (at that moment making a cup of tea and cursing the fact that she hadn't moved the bin into the back lane before the slates arrived the afternoon before)
g) none of the above?
It made for an interesting morning.........
PS......I might have forgiven them BUT they didn't empty the bloody bin.......