Who do you love?
Well for us it has got to be some of the new neighbours at number four. Following on from the great fly tipping fiasco we needed to rid ourselves' of the star attraction of the street - the latest in a long line of 20 yarder roll on/off skips. Never has a lump of metalproved so popular and so visited. To avoid paying extra tonnage we arranged for it's removal. Several times. Each time the lorry left empty handed asparked carsprevented collection. Each abortive attempt left yet another opportunity for a bit more trash to appear and I was feeling pretty desperate.
In a last ditch attempt I dropped our car outside of the house to prevent anyoneblocking the drive. It had to remain there for three days but it probably enjoyed the change of scenery. The big day arrived - butso did three other vehicles blocking each point of entry. Frantic ringing of bells revealed that no one knew the owners - time was running out.Then out of the blue a good Samaritan appeared to say that a space opposite had become available and that he was going to park there to save itfor us. God bless and keep you Sir James. However, James would be in session and so left the keys with anotherneighbour so that he could remove the car at thecritical moment -gentleman of the highest order without doubt.Lorry arrived and a little car ballet later the skip was gone. The lovely neighbour revealed that he had watched the great and good of the road flytipping in the skip with gay abandon for some days. We now know who you are…
On a final note, I was slightly disappointed by the pilgrimage to view the wheelie bins across our drive. I had placed these directlyacross to prevent any vehicles parking too close and being hit by the lorry. This had obviously outraged another neighbour who brought some friends to tut at this act ofselfishness. Ladies - I am sorry (for you).