Litter!
She saw the dog first. In the distance walking toward her the owner was a grey blur.
Under the bench was a plastic pasta container and polystyrene chip carton.
The owner had left a white paper bag. ‘How nice,’ she thought, ‘the picnickers have provided an environmentally friendly bag!’
As she stooped to collect the rubbish, ‘Lovely day,’ said the grey man with his grey dog returning to the bench.
‘It would be’, replied the green woman grumpily, ‘but for the litter’.
Looking, she saw a guilty grin across his face.
‘Thanks’, he strode by, ignoring his dog poop.
Virgin Promise!
On All Saints’ Day the Virgin man drilled a hole in my heating pipe flooding the living room. All for ‘furiously-fast‘ broadband that will take my nephew into LaLa Land at sonic speeds.
Many soggy towels later the oozing wall ceased.
On All Souls’, a seven foot Samoan tattooed engineer turned up, cut into the living-room wall, exposed the pipe and chatted about his favourite uncle in the nick.
Later, connected and warm, said nephew disappeared into virtual reality.
‘How was it?’ I enquired with a hope filled smile.
‘Crap’, he replied. ‘I went back to BT!’